Jennifer’s Diary

In the late 1980s, as I and Brown came under increasing attack from the paedophiles’ friends and some of those known to me in Somerset found themselves in receipt of friendship and generosity from the friends and relatives of the idle rich who had for some reason begun to frequent the Cottage Inn at Fiddington and other locations in the Bridgwater area (eg. see posts ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ and ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’), I noticed something rather inexplicable happening to my father where his employment was concerned.

When younger, my father worked in agriculture but in middle age he went to work in a small ailing factory in Bridgwater owned by a company called Redland Quilting. Redland was a company set up years previously by a man called Bill Cockhill, who had been a business associate of my grandpa’s from years previously. After my grandpa died I suspect that Bill began ripping off my father, because from what I remember it was then that things became very difficult. I have no idea how well grandpa knew Bill Cockhill. Bill was chatty and charming but I have been told that he was very unscrupulous.

I don’t think that Bill’s background was quite what Bill liked people to believe that it might have been. Although by the late 1970s Bill was living in a grand house near Bristol, driving Aston Martin cars and had sent his two daughters to expensive schools, Bill had little education and had been to a secondary modern school. My father used to notice that although Bill could do the socialising bit needed for business very well, Bill was not that sharp and not that knowledgeable.

When father went to work at Redland – I think that Bill had persuaded grandpa that this would be a great opportunity, only for it to be a really bum deal – the business side of the company was managed by a man called Ken Dewar and his wife Doreen assisted. Ken and Doreen were big names in the Bridgwater Tories and were also involved with charidee – they helped set up the Bridgwater Samaritans. So imagine everyone’s surprise when in the mid-1970s Bill found that Ken had embezzled thousands of quid from Redland, had stolen an expensive machine and had set up his own business on the back of everything that he’d nicked from Bill. The dosh that had been stolen were the bonuses that were due to my father. Ken Dewar pocketed the lot. Doreen was in on the swindle.

Bill confronted the Dewars and they fessed up. I don’t know why Bill didn’t prosecute them – did they have knowledge of wrongdoing on Bill’s part perhaps? – but Bill cut them out of his life and business, photocopied all the evidence that he’d gathered on them and sent it to all Ken Dewar’s business associates. Dewar’s business plans came to an end, but the Dewars still seemed to enjoy an affluent existence and were not frozen out of polite society in Bridgwater. They established the Samaritans AFTER Bill had exposed the Dewars as crooks…

The Dewars had a son called Neil who was quite a bit older than me whom I never met, who I think might be the Dr Neil Dewar who works as an environmental scientist at the University of Capetown. The Dewars also had a daughter, Fiona, who was about two years older than me with whom I sometimes played before her parents robbed my father. When I was a young adult, Fiona Dewar appeared in the media constructed as a Plucky Young Woman after she beat up a thief who tried to steal her car. Fiona would have been able to do that, when she was a teenager she was noted for being very tall, she was about six foot. I did note the irony of the Dewars being interviewed by the press in their capacity as crime fighters…

I was always of the opinion that father should have confronted the Dewars, but he didn’t. Bill saw them off and I suspect that father thought that the Dewars would then keep a discreetly low profile. Of course they didn’t, they played a leading light in Bridgwater which I suspected left father in a difficult position. A bit like all those in north Wales who had been stuffed over by Dafydd et al but who didn’t feel able to say anything.

Many years ago, it was suggested to me that the Freemasons in Somerset targeted my father after my grandfather had died as a revenge attack, not being able to get at grandpa himself, who loathed the Masons and openly took the piss out of them. I dismissed this out of hand at the time, but then when I began investigating Dafydd et al who were definitely protected by Freemasonry, I received messages telling me to look into what happened to my father because Masonic corruption was almost certainly involved. In a town like Bridgwater, Freemasonry would have been very influential in the 1960s and 70s, so for a while I thought, well it might have been possible. Since I began the blog, the information has been coming in…

After the departure of the Dewars, Redland carried on as a near sweat-shop. I worked there in the summer holidays after my O levels and there were a few things which were quite surreal. The workers were Bridgwater people who lived nearby, most of them were young women with no qualifications who were desperate to get married and have kids to escape the drudgery of their jobs. There were three older women who worked much harder and who were very chatty. One of them was lovely, a mother of two who’s son had been at school with me. She knew much of what I have written about on this blog with regard to Bridgwater, the dreadful conduct of some professional people and their corruption, but she took the view that people like her and her husband would never have been listened to if they had ever raised concerns. One of the other older women was later found to be stealing from the business in quite a big way – although not on the sort of scale that the Dewars did – and Bill sacked her.

Bill’s daughter Sheena worked at Redland that summer with me. Sheena was training to be a riding instructor and was an incredibly hard worker. I became quite friendly with Sheena throughout those weeks, although I never saw her again afterwards.

Bill himself would turn up at Redland for two or three days a week. He would work alongside everyone and chat, but the style that Bill lived in was certainly noted by the workers who really were paid a pittance, even by the standards of unskilled work, so there was resentment towards him.

There was another visitor to Redland as well, someone who was not the sort of man one would trip over in Bridgwater that often. Michael Biggs, or as he was always called with a degree of sarcasm, Mr Biggs. Mr Biggs was posh. Really posh, not just a GP in Bridgwater and a County Councillor. Mr Biggs had been to Eton and had been an officer in the Guards. He was a ‘businessman’ who lived in Godalming, Surrey.

Michael Biggs was one of Redland’s customers. For a few years, Redland manufactured things that were referred to as ‘freezer bags’. They were the forerunners of cold storage boxes. I always thought that the freezer bags were really naff, but they were designed to enable frozen food to be stored in them without it melting. There were no other similar products on the market at the time, so there was a demand for them. It was Michael Biggs who sold the freezer bags, from his base in Godalming.

Living in Somerset and knowing many small businessmen and farmers I was well-versed regarding the sins of the ‘middle man’. The bloke who did nothing but sell a product at vast profit which had been farmed or made by someone else who was paid bugger all. Michael Biggs was a middle man par excellence. He purchased the freezer bags from Redland for something like £1 each. Michael flogged them for nearly £9. Biggs didn’t even pack the bags – Redland did absolutely everything, made the freezer bags and packed them, even putting the instruction leaflets in before sealing the packaging. Michael Biggs would arrive in Bridgwater once a week with a trailer and Range Rover and the Redland workers would load Biggs’s trailer with the freezer bags and he’d drive back to Godalming with them. Biggs would watch us load the trailer, he didn’t put one bag in himself. Neither did Mr Biggs splash out on advertising more than he had to. The rather boring looking lady holding the freezer bag who appeared on the leaflets and in the adverts was Biggs’s daughter. As far as I can work out, all Biggs did was store the freezer bags in Surrey, place a few small ads in cheap n cheerful publications and then dispatch the freezer bags. The customers had to pay postage and packing.

I cannot fathom why Bill entered into this arrangement with Biggs. Bill was a sharp and greedy man, he knew that Biggs was making a killing because he used to talk about it. Biggs ordered Bill about as well. It was Biggs who insisted that Redland should pack the freezer bags as well as manufacture them and yet Bill did not say piss off, you’re already doing really well out of all of this. When we were loading Biggs’s trailer, Sheena and Bill would help with the grafting, but not Biggs.

I didn’t visit Redland again after the summer of 1979 but obviously I heard about what went on there. I was reminded of Mr Biggs again in 1988, because I found myself living near him when I worked in the Cancer Research Campaign team at Surrey University. In my post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’ I detailed how my work at Surrey was plagiarised and given to Professor Nicola Curtin of Newcastle-upon-Tyne University, who published it with her name on it. I was made redundant after a year on the grounds that there was no further funding for me, while my work was used to secure further funding which was given to other researchers.

My post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ describes a big research fraud that was perpetrated by those associated with my colleagues at Surrey which resulted in a scandal in 1990, causing one member of the team to kill himself when the fraud was exposed. One person involved was Dr Peter Macguire, a former colleague of Dr Tony Francis. Macguire was a psychiatrist who suddenly decided that he was going to become a cancer researcher, just at the time that I entered cancer research.

By the time that I was working in Surrey, Dafydd et al were in full pursuit of me, as documents in my possession demonstrate. They were also using unlawful means to trace my home addresses.

It was when I lived in Surrey that a serial rapist targeted me. I got away, but he raped the woman who was the next person along the footpath after me.

The CRC team at Surrey was led by Prof Vincent Marks, who’s brother Dr John Marks was President of the BMA. When I worked for Vincent Marks, his brother was in full battle with Health Secretary Ken Clarke. They loathed each other. No-one won the battle because they were both concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al.

In Surrey I was unable to get effective NHS care. Professor Marks recommended a truly appalling psychiatrist called Michael Browne, telling me that he was ‘very good’. He wasn’t. Browne’s base, Brookwood Hospital, had been named and shamed repeatedly for neglecting patients so badly that they killed themselves. A few years after I left Surrey, Michael Browne was named in a scandal involving the gross clinical negligence of a young man who died in Wormwood Scrubs. See post ‘The BMA At The Root Of Another Mystery?’.

I registered with the GP nearest to where I lived, a man called Michael Hudson. On my first visit he was rude and hostile and refused to assist me. Hudson was later struck off but I don’t know why. I didn’t return to Hudson, but instead went to another surgery, where I met a much nicer GP, Nigel Baldock. Dr Baldock made it clear that he had no opinion of psychiatrists. But guess what happened after my first consultation with Dr Baldock? He received a phone call from ever such a helpful man from north Wales who was so worried about me and just wanted to help, Dr D.G.E. Wood (see post ‘The BMA At The Root Of Another Mystery?’). That’s the D.G.E. Wood who came from Bristol, who’s father was a Top Doc in Bristol and who still lived there, the D.G.E. Wood who had a whole corrupt network in Bristol, linked with David Hunt’s corrupt network in Bristol. The Lord David Hunt who spent so many years in the Welsh Office concealing the crimes of Dafydd, Francis, Wood et al, as detailed in previous posts.

Bill Cockhill lived in Bristol, his network was there and Redland was a company which originated in Bristol.

When I lived in Surrey, I was walking in the Devil’s Punch-Bowl when I had a fall and sustained quite a nasty injury. I didn’t break anything, but I tore ligaments. I went to the hospital in Guildford who told me that there was nothing that they could do about this, I just had to go home and rest my ankle. I was able to walk again after a couple of weeks but the injury never healed properly and I still have a weakness in my ankle. I was later told that there was a lot more that the hospital could have done and that they knew this.

Then there was the time in Surrey that I sliced my finger open and rang the GP on call to ask for advice as to how to treat the injury because the adipose tissue was falling out which was worrying. He told me that there was nothing that he could do and rang off.

When I worked for Vincent Marks, I lived in a village called Thursley. It was just down the road from Godalming. Mr Biggs lived in Godalming. Biggs lived at The Mill, Mill Lane. Biggs is listed as being a Director of M.R.B. Holdings, a Director of M.R.B. Properties, a Director of Hatch Mill Properties Ltd and a Director of Eusalink Ltd. Biggs certainly built an empire on the back of those freezer bags and the badly paid workers of Redland Quilting.

I shared the cottage at Thursley with two young people, Guy and Beth, who were the offspring of well-heeled Surrey professionals but who seemed to be at a rather loose end. Beth’s mother was an educational psychologist and I have been told that she might have been nobbled by Dafydd’s network. Beth’s mum lived in Godalming. For a while, a midwife called Ann shared the house with us. I became quite friendly with Ann, she knew what had happened to me in north Wales and was worried for my safety. She told me that she had witnessed patient harm in hospitals and Top Doctors destroying medical records to conceal it, which was why she left midwifery. Ann was working in a private school for children with difficulties but resigned after just a few months and left Surrey. She discovered more and more about the school which made her increasingly unhappy and I now suspect that she discovered that there was abuse of the children there. She didn’t ever tell me that, but the euphemisms that Ann used I now know to be those used when people are getting the hell out of somewhere because there is abuse of vulnerable people happening. It has also been suggested to me that Ann was either a member of the security services who was sent to befriend me or that she was terrified of what was unravelling in north Wales and fled. See post ‘BMA Calling, BMA Calling’.

It was when I was working at Surrey University in 1988 that upheavals occurred at Redland Quilting. Redland was located off the Bristol Road in Bridgwater. There was a big new development planned and a load of old properties, including some houses and the building which Redland occupied, were going to be demolished. I don’t know whether it was a case of a compulsory purchase order, but as far as I knew, there was no choice, the buildings were going to be demolished. So Redland had to find new premises if it were to continue in business. Bill Cockhill then announced that he had found someone who wanted to buy Redland, which came as quite a surprise to me, it was not the sort of business that would be snapped up. Even more surprisingly, the new owner was a businessman from Nottingham no less, a man called Richard Tennant.

I had worked at Nottingham until Dec 1987, it was where I witnessed the huge research fraud carried out at the Cancer Research Campaign laboratories at Nottingham University, by Prof Robert Baldwin and his merry men and a few women as well (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’). Nottingham was where I made friends with the two medical students who also witnessed neglect and research fraud who later left medicine. One of those medical students had a father who was a Civil Service mandarin. I have found out who he was and there is a blog post coming soon about him. His daughter was lovely, but Baldwin’s henchmen did not like her and she was under fire from them.

Not only had Richard Tennant from Nottingham bought Redland from Bill Cockhill, but Richard explained that Redland would be relocating to Nottingham, so obviously the local Bridgwater workers would all be made redundant. My father was about 60. The ‘redundancy packages’ offered were derisory. Father knew that although he’d worked all his life, he would never get another job again at his age. He was also the sort of person who would never have considered claiming benefits, except for the old age pension which he wasn’t due for another five years.

So Richard Tennant offered father a job in Nottingham, although he knew that father had spent virtually his entire life in Somerset and owned his house there. Richard acknowledged that father couldn’t be expected to sell up and relocate to Nottingham, so after a lot of wriggling around on Tennant’s part, Tennant made an alternative offer to father instead. He offered father a job in Nottingham from Monday to Thursday, along with father being put up in a B&B from Monday to Thursday paid for by Tennant, so that father could commute from Somerset. The pay was higher than father’s previous salary, but wasn’t actually high enough for most people to have said yes to such an arrangement. A younger person beginning a career might have agreed to this, but not a sixty year old man who was physically strong still but who’s health was beginning to decline. But being father he said yes, because, as he said to me, I’ll never get another job and I am not going on the dole.

So father started the long distance commuting. He commented to me that he was surprised to find that the other guests in the ‘B&B’ were young families on the dole with children. I guessed what sort of ‘B&B’ Richard Tennant had chosen in which to house his employee. This arrangement went on for a while, with father getting increasingly knackered and realising that the ‘B&B’ was quite insalubrious really. It transpired that Tennant owned a little flat in Nottingham, so father started using that.

I heard from most other people that Richard Tennant was a charming, pleasant man who wasn’t an unscrupulous old bugger like Bill Cockhill. But father seemed less enamoured of Richard Tennant. It was fairly clear that father was exhausted and was being exploited but did not feel able to do anything about this. I think that he might have tried to raise the subject with Tennant once, because when a relative told father that this was an unacceptable arrangement, father snapped ‘well he’s made it very clear to me that I’m already costing him a fortune’.

The bizarre arrangement continued for a number of years, until father did retire. Father’s life was undoubtedly at risk during those years. His health began failing and the commuting to Nottingham was so exhausting that he was falling asleep at the wheel. Richard Tennant knew about this. Father had what I know damn well was a heart attack. For once father actually allowed a Top Doctor to be called, who told father than one thing that he hadn’t had was a heart attack. Dr fucking Matthews of Nether Stowey knew as well as I did that father had indeed had a heart attack, but not only had Matthews already killed the dad of a girl with whom I went to school by gross neglect, but I have been told that Matthews knew that father had a daughter who would not shut up about the criminal activity that she had witnessed in north Wales.

Richard Tennant stepped in with his generous offer of employment to my father in 1988. I have found a website on which someone but I’m not sure who describes the evolution of Richard’s business. This is Richard’s Story:

The more observant amongst you will have noticed the addition of a new logo onto our website. Well – it’s been going on for a while now – but we’ve created an alliance with Tennant Varipack in Nottingham. And I think we know them well enough now to introduce you….

Established back 1955 by William Cockhill, as Redland Quilting, the Company was a successful supplier of PVC products to the furniture industry.

Mark DarbyIn 1980, the company diversified into the stationery market, producing ring binders and media packs. This was followed a few years later by a change of location and name as Redland Quilting became Redland PVC Products and moved from Bristol to Nottingham. The company changed hands in 1988 when William Cockhill retired and sold the business to Richard Tennant. After the acquisition of Varipack Ltd, the name changed yet again to Tennant Varipack.

Richard is long-time friend of Duraweld and, with an eye to the future, he looked to us to carry on the business, delivering high quality vinyl stationery and packaging products to a national market.

We are thrilled to have Tennant Varipack as part of the Duraweld group and will continue to supply Tennant’s customers under the Tennant Varipack name for many years to come. It is our ambition to grow the market for customised vinyl stationery and promotional packaging from the Nottingham site as well as introduce the many loyal customers of Tennant Varipack to Duraweld’s range of paper-over-board and polypropylene products.

Mark Darby has re-joined the Company in a sales development role, operating out of our Nottingham Sales Office; he is available to visit customers of both Duraweld and Tennant Varipack.

 

This reminded me of one great mystery regarding Richard Tennant’s purchase of Redland – how did Tennant ever hear about Redland and why did he ever buy it? Tennant’s company was of a very different nature to Redland, it made completely different products. Why did a man in Nottingham with a completely different business purchase an ailing little company in Bridgwater which occupied a building which Tennant knew was being demolished and make all the workers redundant except for father, whom he then worked nearly to death? Tennant had never done business with Cockhill and no-one in Somerset had even heard of Richard Tennant before he declared his interest in buying Redland.

It is mentioned in the website’s spiel that Bill ‘retired’. No, Bill only sold Redland because the building was being demolished. Bill I’m fairly sure continued to be a very busy bee with business interests. Not that Bill was a busy bee for very long after he flogged Redland to Richard Tennant. Because Bill died. Father was upset and deeply shocked because he went to see Bill in Bristol one day, only to find Bill and his wife Marion in bits because Bill had just been told by his Top Doctor that he was ‘riddled with cancer’, nothing could be done and Bill had only weeks to live. Days later Bill died.

Bill was an affluent man who unlike father didn’t loathe Top Docs and keep away from them. Bill probably played golf with them. However Bill did not have any medical education. If Bill was showing signs of cancer, Bill would not have known. Neither would Marion or his daughters. Bill would have been entirely dependent upon the opinion of the Top Doc. Who of course could have been trusted to always do the best for his patients. As Dr ‘you haven’t had a heart attack’ Matthews, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and my boss’s brother Dr John Marks, President of the BMA will confirm.

In 1988 Dafydd, Tony Francis et al were CC’ing letters regarding ‘evidence’ of my crimes that they were intending to use to have me imprisoned to Tony Chadwick, the BMA’s representative in Wales. Chadwick was even popping up to Bangor to discuss the problem that was me. Chadwick knew that the ‘evidence’ being presented to him was untrue (see eg. ‘THE BLOG POST WHICH WAS HACKED CAN NOW BE READ’ and ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’). Professor Robert Owen was colluding with Dafydd et al to ensure that the crimes of Dafydd et al would be concealed when my complaint was finally ‘investigated’ (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).

Mary Wynch had made legal history by winning her case against Dafydd et al. Alison Taylor had blown the whistle on the abuse of children in north Wales as loud as she could had written to Thatcher and Tony Newton the Secretary of State for Social Security and had been sacked from her job as a social worker by Gwynedd County Council.

Richard Tennant stepped in with his generous offer of employment to my father in the year that I was living just down the road from Michael Biggs and year that Ken Clarke was in an all out war with the brother of my boss Vincent Marks at Surrey University.

 

Ken Clarke, the Health Secretary during July 1998-Nov 1990, was the Tory MP for Rushcliffe in Nottingham. Before Ken Clarke entered politics, he was a barrister in Nottingham. Ken Clarke remained friendly with barristers and others in Nottingham throughout his years in Parliament. They were on such good terms that at one point Ken’s old Chambers asked him to return as a partner. Ken said no, but he did offer his old mates ‘advice’. Ken Clarke had many business interests throughout his career.

How are you getting on with your One Nation Conservatism and curries then Ken? Fancy a pint? Go on, have another me old mate, it’s amazing what downing a few with the lads can lead to. You hear all sorts of things when people are half-pissed.

 

Richard Tennant had a famous nephew, Neil Tennant of the Pet Shop Boys! Father knew that Richard’s nephew was in something called the Pet Shop Boys, but I’m not sure that father knew that Neil Tennant was a gay idol among rent boys as well as other gays. Neil Tennant’s wiki tells us that he revealed that he was gay in 1994. Well how did I know that Neil was gay years before then? I wasn’t an active gay male teenager moving in Neil’s circle but I was under no illusions and I don’t think that many other people were either.

Neil Tennant was born and brought up in Newcastle-upon-Tyne as a Catholic. There was a paedophile gang operating in the Newcastle area with direct links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales/Cheshire.

Neil Tennant moved to London to study at the North London Poly – now London Metropolitan University – and graduated in 1975. He worked for two years as the London Editor for Marvel Comic and gradually moved into music journalism. Tennant ended up editing TV tie-in books for ITV books moved to ITV Books and in 1982 he was appointed News Editor of ‘Smash Hits’. In 1983 he became Assistant Editor. Tennant edited the 1982, 1983 and 1984 editions of The Smash Hits Yearbook.

Buring the 1970s and 80s, John Allen and Dafydd were grooming and trafficking teenaged boys from children’s homes in north Wales to work as rent boys in London and Brighton on a massive scale. Neil Tennant almost certainly heard something about it.

Neil is a Patron of the Elton John AIDS Foundation. He maintains a house in London and a house in County Durham. Up there in Blair’s political stronghold.

In 1998, Tennant was named in a list of the biggest private financial donors to the Labour Party. However, in the 2005 General Election, he voted Lib Dem.

Neil Tennant’s hits include ‘It’s A Sin’ and ‘Opportunities (Let’s Make Lots Of Money)’.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

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The Chancellor of Surrey University is and was when I worked there Lilibet’s cousin, Edward, the Duke of Kent. His mother, Princess Marina of Greece, was a cousin of Phil the Greek. Since 1967 the Duke of Kent has been Grand Master of the United Grand Lodge of England and in December 2013, he celebrated 50 years as a Freemason. 

 

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

 

The Duke of Kent went to Eton and enjoyed a long career in the British Army, reaching the rank of Field Marshal. Purely on the basis of his talent of course. The Duke was for many years Vice-Chairman of British Trade International, formerly known as the British Overseas Trade Board, and later as the UK’s Special Representative for International Trade and Investment. He was also the Vice-Chairman of the British Overseas Trade Board, in which capacity he became the first member of the Royal family to visit China in 1979 with his focus being on the British Energy Exhibition in Beijing.

From 1971 to 2000, the Duke of Kent was President of English football’s governing body, The Football Association. The Duke has served as the President of The Scout Association since 1975. He also serves as the president of the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club, a position in which he succeeded his late mother, Princess Marina, Duchess of Kent. His other roles include President of the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, the RAF Benevolent Fund, the RNLI, the Stroke Institution, the Royal United Services Institute, the Royal Institution, the British Racing Drivers’ Club and Patron of Royal West Norfolk Golf Club, Kent County Cricket Club, Opera North, Trinity Laban Conservatoire of Music and Dance and St Mungo’s Broadway, benefiting the homeless. The Duke is on the advisory panel for the Mountbatten Medal and presents the medal once the decision has been made. The Duke of Kent is one of the Royal Fellows of the Royal Academy of Engineering. For almost 29 years, the Duke has been the Patron of Endeavour, a national youth organisation. He has also served as Royal Patron of The Honourable Society of Lincoln’s Inn since 2001, a position previously occupied by his father. In 2015, the Duke received the Dresden Peace Prize for ‘his contribution to British-German reconciliation’.

The Duke of Kent married Katharine Worsley. Katharine was born at Hovingham Hall, Yorkshire, the only daughter of Sir William Arthington, 4th Baronet and his wife, Joyce Morgan Brunner. Her mother was the daughter of Sir John Brunner, 2nd Baronet and granddaughter of Sir John Brunner, 1st Baronet, the founder of Brunner Mond,which later became ICI. She is a descendant of Oliver Cromwell. Worsley was christened at All Saints’ Church, Hovingham, on 2 April 1933. Her godparents were her maternal uncle Sir Felix Brunner, 3rd Baronet, Major Sir Digby Lawson, 2nd Baronet, her paternal aunt Winifred Colegate and Margaret Fife of Nunnington Hall.

Katharine did not receive any formal education until the age of 10. She was educated at Queen Margaret’s School, York and at Runton Hill School in North Norfolk. At school she was was taught to play the piano, organ and violin. In her final year at Runton Hill, she was formally elected music secretary; in this role, she organized school recitals in Norwich. Katharine left school with a ‘pass’ in oral French and a ‘very good’ in English literature. There was never a category for ‘very good’ at O level, so what Katherine passed I cannot fathom.

Katharine worked for some time in a children’s home in York and worked at a nursery school in London. She failed to gain admission to the Royal Academy of Music, but followed her brothers to Oxford. They went to Oxford University, but Katharine studied at Miss Hubler’s Finishing School, 22 Merton Street, devoting much of her time to music. Perhaps because ‘very good’ at English lit wasn’t sufficient to get Katharine through the doors of Oxford.  At Miss Hubler’s, Katherine was one of only eight pupils and was instructed by three different teachers: The Principal herself, Miss Hubler, taught French literature, painting, and history; a French woman taught cookery; and a Viennese lady taught music.

Katharine met Prince Edward, Duke of Kent, while he was based at Catterick Camp. Edward proposed to her with a ring consisting of ‘an oval sapphire with a round diamond on either side.’ On 8 June 1961, the couple married at York Minster, the first Royal marriage in that location in 633 years. The bride’s father escorted her and the best man was Prince Michael of Kent. Princess Anne was one of the bridesmaids. The Archbishop of York Michael Ramsey conducted the marriage service. Guests included actors Noel Coward as well as members of the British, Greek, Danish, Norwegian, Yugoslavian, Romanian and Spanish Royal families. 273 yards of fabric were used to make her white silk gauze dress which had ‘a high neckline and long sleeves and a commanding train,’ and was designed by John Cavanagh. The Kent Diamond and Pearl Fringe Tiara secured her veil.

Together, the couple have three children: George Windsor, Earl of St Andrews (born 26 June 1962); Lady Helen Taylor (born 28 April 1964); and Lord Nicholas Windsor (born 25 July 1970).

Katharine had an abortion in 1975 due to German measles and gave birth to a stillborn son, Patrick, in 1977, a loss that caused her to fall into a state of severe depression, about which she has spoken publicly. 

The Duchess moved to the married quarters in Hong Kong and Germany while her husband was serving at the military. The couple later took numerous royal engagements on behalf of the Queen, including the Ugandan independence celebrations and the coronation of the King of Tonga. 

The Duke and Duchess of Kent and some of their family caused a bit of a stir by concerting to Catholicism. It was stressed that because of the time at which they did this it would not affect their rights of succession to the throne. Not that it mattered, because there’s loads more in the queue in front of them.

The Duchess of Kent decided in 2002 not to use personally the style ‘Her Royal Highness’ and to reduce her Royal duties. Since then she has been informally known as Katharine Kent or Katharine, Duchess of Kent, although her formal style (e.g. in the Court Circular) remains HRH The Duchess of Kent. Despite her decision to stay away from public life, the Duchess continues to appear at major events.

In keeping with her withdrawal from full Royal duties in 1996, the Duchess took a position as a music teacher in Wansbeck Primary School in Kingston-upon-Hull. She also taught piano lessons in a rented studio flat near her official residence at Kensington Palace. The Duchess of Kent had served as the President of the Royal Northern College of Music and was the Director of National Foundation for Youth Music, 1999-07. She is Patron of national charity, Making Music, the National Federation of Music Societies, an umbrella organisation for amateur and voluntary music groups. Katharine is among the co-founders of Future Talent, a charity that helps young children with low-income backgrounds pursue a career in music. In May 2016, she hosted a concert for young children at Buckingham Palace in her capacity as founder of Future Talent.

In August 2016, the Duchess became an ambassador for the Samaritans ‘after a volunteer at the Teesside branch reached out to her’. In the way that Ken and Doreen Dewar reached out into the coffers of Redland Quilting in a previous time perhaps. The Duchess had previously been Royal Patron of the Samaritans, 1971-99. So she was Royal Patron when the Dewars were busy reaching out in Bridgwater. The Duchess is also a supporter of UNICEF. Whether small time crooks from Bridgwater were involved with UNICEF I don’t know.

 

When I was working at Surrey University, there was much discussion of what was felt to be entrenched discrimination against women in university research. My female colleagues were acutely aware of this, because as was typical of most universities as the time, female staff tended to be on insecure research contracts and male staff in tenured posts. This was very noticeable in the Dept of Biochemistry at Surrey where I worked. There were hordes of very active women research fellows, some of them excellent, yet ‘the academics’ (as they called themselves) were a bunch of ridiculous moribund old men who were not up to much. The most illustrious ‘academic’ was Dr Keith Snell who walked around with a permanent sneer on his face, he must have worked really hard at that. Snell didn’t acknowledge my existence and he even snubbed senior research fellows if they spoke to him. It was daft – as someone remarked to me, ‘he really must be not quite adequate to behave like this’.

Those whom received much snottiness from Keith Snell and The Academics included Helen Henneberry, Sheila Hampton and Debra Skene. They were all very good researchers, much better than The Academics. However, Helen, Sheila and Debra did know about wrongdoing and corruption at Surrey and elsewhere. Debra is still at Surrey, she has a Chair there now. Helen was married to Steve, a police officer who was in the Met’s River Police section. Helen knew what was happening to me at the hands of those in north Wales.

 

At that time, Surrey University boasted of one Professor Daphne Jackson, a nuclear physicist, notable for being the first female professor of physics in the UK. Jackson went to Peterborough County Grammar for Girls, from where she went onto Imperial College in London, which by the time that I was working at Surrey listening to Daphne’s public lectures on the travails of Wimmin in Science, had supplied many of the biggest umbrellas for Dafydd and the gang (see previous posts). 

Daphne Jackson moved to what became the University of Surrey at the invitation of Lewis Elton, I think to do her PhD, when he became Head of the Physics Department at Battersea College of Advanced Technology. Daphne became a lecturer and in 1971, Britain’s first female Professor of Physics when she was appointed by University of Surrey.

Lewis Elton is the dad of comedian Ben Elton. My post ‘The Rakes’ Progress’ discusses Lewis, Ben, their network and how much some of them knew about Dafydd et al.

Daphne became the Dean of Surrey University and sat on a range of bodies. She held a senior position at the Meteorological Office and was President of the Women’s Engineering Society and Vice-President of the Institute of Physics.

Jackson ‘campaigned for women’s rights and she was disappointed to see that talented women were lost in lowly jobs because they could not re-enter their career after a break’. In 1985 Jackson devised a plan to help these women by allowing them to work for two years where they could readjust to their discipline after taking a break to have a child, becoming a carer or just because they followed their husband’s career rather than their own. Jackson is reported as saying, ‘Imagine a society that would allow Marie Curie to stack shelves in a supermarket simply because she took a career break for family reasons.’

“Qualified women who are unemployed or under-employed following a career break for family commitments represent an appalling waste of talent and of investment in their initial education. Many such women are eager to return to their original careers or to a new field of activity for which their initial education is relevant, provided that retraining can be given and that they can, at least initially, work on a part-time basis.”

I certainly knew all about such circumstances. After my career in medical research was destroyed – Daphne and her colleagues assisted in this – because I had witnessed the serious crime of the Top Docs and their colleagues in north Wales, I spent years either not working or in jobs such as cleaning, indeed shelf-stacking and care work. I was well aware that my colleagues in those jobs wondered what the hell someone with my qualifications was doing in jobs like that, but I did explain to those with whom I became friends that what was going on in medical research was so bad that I did not regret not being there any more.

Professor Jackson the defender of working wimmin was diagnosed with cancer. Daphne’s obituary tells us that cancer ‘was a disease she was helping to fight through her work with the Institute for Cancer Research and the Royal Marsden Hospital’. So Daphne would have been party to that research fraud perpetrated by the staff of the Royal Marsden which involved Tony Francis’s friend Peter Macguire (see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’). Daphne knew those colleagues of mine from Surrey who stole my work and used it to raise more funds to secure their own futures at the Institute of Cancer Research (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’).

Daphne died in 1991 of cancer. Which doesn’t surprise me. Were there not such endemic research fraud in cancer research, the outcomes for people who develop cancer might well be very much better than they are.

As ye sow, so shall ye reap Daphne:

 

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After Daphne The Wimmin’s Friend pegged out when her partners in crime the Top Docs found that they didn’t have a miracle cure after all – get your pink bras on and run a few more marathons ladies, CR UK needs a few more million to help YOU – the Daphne Jackson Trust was founded with a legacy, but I’m not sure where the legacy came from. The Trust is there to help Wimmin – although not wimmin who’ve blown the whistle on the Westminster Paedophile Ring or large scale research fraud obviously – and is based at the Physics Dept at the University of Surrey. The Patrons of the Daphne Jackson Trust are: Professor Dame Athene Donald,  Ms Vivienne Parry and Ms Maggie Philbin.

One of the Daphne Jackson Trustees is this blog’s old pal Prof Hilary Lappin-Scott. Hilary spent a brief time as the PVC for Research at Bangor University when I worked there. Hilary was the most atrocious bully, she was nakedly racist towards Welsh people and she was so rude that someone who approached Bangor University offering a partnership – one of the biggest investors in north west Wales that there is – walked away and had to be tempted back by a rather more sane member of staff. My own problems with Hilary reached a pinnacle when she refused to reimburse me my fieldwork expenses. I had done a great deal of fieldwork and the expenses ran into hundreds. Hilary refused to pay me. No reason, she just didn’t feel like it. I had no petrol to get to work and no money for groceries. A variety of friends bought petrol and groceries for me. Hilary departed from Bangor a few months later after the most enormous row when she made an allegiance with Prof Fergus Lowe and tried to close down five Depts. One of the lecturers from one Dept which Hilary announced that she was going to close committed suicide. No official details of Hilary’s departure were ever released but leaks from the organs of government let it be known that Hilary was dismissed and escorted off the premises by security. As Hilary left the premises, the IT staff were ordered to remove all references to her from the Bangor University website and to change all passwords and secure everything because of the fear that Hilary would carry out a revenge attack on Bangor.

When the e mail was circulated by the senior management informing everyone that Hilary no longer was employed by the University, loud cheering could be heard from offices and a celebratory e mail title ‘The Wicked Witch Is Dead’ was sent out by one of Hilary’s victims. Hilary was known at Bangor as Hilary Satan-Scott.

Everyone presumed that Hilary would never work again, but Brown said ‘ooh no, she’ll be a valuable resource for someone’. Indeed she has been. Hilary was subsequently given a job as PVC at Swansea University. Hilary was put in charge of the Business School, although she is a biologist. There were allegations of dreadful workplace bullying, staff resigned, there were allegations that jobs were given to friends of friends of Hilary’s and the students held a public protest on the grounds that what was going on was so damaging to the University’s reputation that their degrees were being devalued. An inquiry Chaired by a barrister followed.

Hilary recently won an award for Inspirational Wimmin and was photographed with Princess Anne.

The spiel on the Daphne Jackson Trust website tells us that Hilary is responsible for Equality and Diversity at Swansea University.

One look at Hilary’s fellow Trustees on the Daphne Jackson Trust website will reassure readers that Daphne has left behind a valuable legacy.

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The Daphne Jackson Medal and Prize was established in 2016 and named in Jackson’s honour, are awarded by the Institute of Physics ‘for exceptional early career contributions to physics education and to widening participation within it’.

In 1988, when I went to listen to Daphne speak about the struggles of wimmin who find themselves surrounded by those in possession of testicles, Daphne related an anecdote to illustrate the difficulties of being a High Achieving Woman. Daphne explained that her elderly mother was now frail and in need of care, so Daphne went to discuss the problem with a Top Doctor. The Top Doctor, who was a Top Doctor in possession of testicles, told Daphne that she’d have to give up work and look after her mother. Daphne explained that she was Professor Daphne Jackson The First Female Professor Of Physics In Britain, only to find that the Top Doctor repeated his suggestion that Daphne should give up her job and look after her mother. The other Wimmin in the room – including those who stole my data and used it to advance themselves – all tut tutted and agreed that No Man would have been spoken to like that. Certainly not Keith Snell.

I didn’t like to mention to the Wimmin that no, the Top Doc probably would not have told a man to give up work and look after his elderly mother. A Top Doc would have told a man to pay someone else to look after his elderly mother. A female Top Doc would have said the same. Furthermore, there was at that time and still are some male carers. Because although there is a gender dimension to the problem in that it is usually women who are unpaid carers, the biggest problem is that there is NO SOCIAL CARE for those who need it. So if you are a man who hasn’t got a wife to ask/tell to look after the relative and you haven’t got any money, you too will be told by Top Docs to give up your job to become a carer. Daphne did not campaign for improved social care. Daphne did not campaign for funding for low income citizens to have access to social care. Daphne campaigned for the rights of well-qualified professional women to have successful careers. I don’t have a problem with that, but Daphne and her colleagues’ conduct towards me demonstrated the cause closest to their hearts.

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When Ken Clarke was Health Secretary, as well as doing battle with Dr John Marks and the BMA, Ken did battle with Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor aka the Duke of Westminster, Carlo’s friend. Grosvenor was demanding that Thatcher’s Gov’t give him the Hyde Park Corner building which was the former St George’s Hospital Medical School, St George’s having relocated to Tooting. Grosvenor’s rationale was that centuries previously, his ancestor had donated the Hyde Park Corner site and now he wanted it back. At that time Grosvenor was the richest man in the UK. The Hyde Park Corner site was worth a bomb, it is prime Knightbridge real estate worth millions and Gerald wanted to add to his collection of vast estates and much of Belgravia. Ken Clarke didn’t explain in his autobiography how the problem was resolved, he simply stated that he wanted to sell the Duke the Hyde Park Corner site at its market value and reinvest the money into the dear old NHS. What actually happened was that the Gov’t allowed the Duke to purchase the Hyde Park Corner site for £6k. It is now the very expensive Lanesborough Hotel:

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  • It’s incredible what you can pick up for £6k. After my career was ruined I took out my meagre funds from my own pension – I actually had one in those days – to live on when I was discharged from Springfield Hospital jobless and with no income (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’) and it was almost £6k. If Thatch and Ken Clarke had told me that the Lanesborough was on offer for that price at the time I could have just borrowed a bit more from Brown and bought it myself.
I cannot think why the richest man in the UK was given such a bargain by Thatch and Ken. It will not of course have had anything to do with the Duke being President of the City of Chester Conservative Constituency Association and the members of that Association knowing that the constituency MP, Sir Peter Morrison, was molesting children in care in north Wales, Chester and elsewhere, while Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary worked at Buck House as Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to Lilibet.
It was in the late 1980s that Alison Taylor wrote to Carlo and told him that children in care in north Wales were being abused. Carlo’s office replied, telling Alison that Carlo couldn’t get involved. Carlo was Chancellor of UCNW (Bangor University) at the time, which was log jammed with staff colluding with or concealing the paedophile gang that Dafydd et al were running. Dafydd himself still wielded influence in UCNW and his daughter Dwynwen was doing a PhD in the Psychology Dept. Dwynwen’s degree results were not considered good enough for her to have been offered a place under normal circumstances, but dear old Dafydd had a word with a few mates and Dwynwen was in.

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I have expressed my puzzlement previously on this blog as to why Thatcher appointed Sir Peter Morrison, a man who’s openly gossiped about activities with children put the Gov’t and national security as risk, to such crucial sensitive Gov’t positions. The Gov’t was depending upon the talents of Dafydd to prevent a major scandal, it was ludicrous. No rational person would have given Morrison the jobs that Thatcher did. Morrison’s family were massively influential in the Tory Party and his sister was a courtier in Buck House, but even so, it still makes no sense for Thatcher to have kept Morrison in the Gov’t. In 1988, when people from Ken Clarke’s part of the world were sufficiently interested in the fate of a company housing a sweat-shop in a building scheduled for demolition in Bridgwater to purchase that company, Peter Morrison was Minister of State for Energy with responsibility for oil (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). Thatcher’s Gov’t depended upon oil to fund it’s insane policies of destroying industry and raising unemployment.

I have received an e mail suggesting why so many risks were taken with regard to Morrison. It contained the following information:

Sally
You asked the question what had you missed ?
May I suggest the following hypothesis that Peter had been abused as a child by a Duke of Westminster, Robert perhaps. 
His birth place Fonthill in Wiltshire has a historical link with the 2nd Marquis of Westminster. So he was someone’s childhood bitch, a VIP paedophile, which would explain the subsequent geography of his seat and his political appointments. It would also explain the business generating cash through sex trafficking. 
So Westminster ( North West) to Westminster(central).
Regards

Robert Grosvenor was the 5th Duke of Westminster, the father of Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor. I have blogged about him in previous posts. It is not unlikely that Peter Morrison was molested as a child himself. He went to Eton and was of the generation of men who as boys were often brutalised so badly at school that it wreaked havoc with their psycho-sexual development and he was of course surrounded by older men who had been similarly brutalised. Previous posts have discussed who may have been involved in the selection of Morrison, a known paedophile, to contend the safe Tory seat of Chester in 1974, a city that was the centre of a huge paedophile/sex trafficking ring, operated by Dafydd et al. The Duke of Westminster’s family seat was just down the road. Boys from Bryn Estyn were taken to the Duke’s estate for ‘work experience’ and were refusing to return but wouldn’t explain why.

 

I discussed in an earlier post how someone who came under attack from Dafydd et al was ordered by a helpful community midwife to have the family dogs put down when his wife became pregnant on the grounds that they would constitute a ‘danger to the baby’. There was no evidence that the dogs would be any such thing, they were family pets and were used to being around the children that the family already had. The midwife insisted. The family were completely in the clutches of the Top Docs et al, were constantly being hectored and told that they didn’t know what they were doing, so eventually they rang the RSPCA and asked them to put the dogs to sleep.

I was told that a rude aggressive ‘RSPCA inspector’ arrived at the house who had no knowledge of how to put dogs to sleep. Instead of an injection into a vein on the leg, preceded by a sedative to keep the dog relaxed, the RSPCA man ‘stabbed the dogs to death through the heart with a massive needle’. Several members of the family confirmed that this was what had happened. The first two dogs died screaming in agony and struggled to get away, such that by the time that the third dog was ready for slaughter, the mother of the family was crying, the children were crying and the father intervened, said that this could not happen to the third dog as well and told the RSPCA man to leave. The RSPCA man told the family that this would teach them not to be ‘irresponsible owners’ in future. There was someone else at the scene of the crime. The midwife who had demanded that this should be done. She was paying a home visit when it all kicked off. Did she stop the slaughter? No. She left the house after the first murder, saying that she couldn’t bear the noise of the dog screaming.

When I heard about this awful scene, I just thought that the family must have had terrible luck with a rogue RSPCA man. This happened in 1992. Over the next few years I heard further stories about what was obviously the same RSPCA man. The stories had a running theme: vulnerable people who had asked for help with their pets, only to be met with aggression accompanied by a lecture on the crimes of Irresponsible Owners and downright cruelty to the animals. A new trend subsequently emerged. That of people who were either elderly and not coping very well or mental health patients ‘in the community’ who had been reported to the RSPCA for ‘cruelty’ having animals removed from their care in a blaze of media coverage which involved the naming and shaming of the Irresponsible Owners. The Irresponsible Owners hadn’t actually been cruel to the animals, but they had lived among much filth and mess, because no-one was supporting them ‘in the community’.

So many of these cases were happening that I began to take an interest, particularly as a lot of the cases were in north Wales. In every case, the Irresponsible Owners had not been coping but their plight had been ignored by the ‘community teams’. The ‘community teams’ had been going into the chaos and had not responded in any way. Not until someone reported that the pets were not being looked after or were simply living in chaos and filth. The RSPCA would then remove the pets, invite the press to photograph ‘this disgusting squalor’ and everyone could marvel at the Irresponsible Owners. No-one asked what the community workers had been doing watching these situations develop over months. No-one reflected that there was concern shown for pets living in filth but not seriously ill people.

While such cases were being highlighted, I knew of a number of people who were being horrifically cruel to their animals. These people were not in the care of the welfare services and no-one denounced them as Irresponsible Owners. A farmer on Anglesey was known to have chucked his sheepdog over a cliff when it became too old to work. He did not receive a visit from the RSPCA. There was a dog in Bethesda who was chained up outside in the garden visibly starving and drenched in the bad weather. No-one said a word. There were various other dogs who were being beaten and kicked in public and my landlady’s grandson told me of a mass outbreak of the torture of other people’s cats that was happening in Caernarfon. Not a word from the RSPCA.

On one occasion a labrador was removed from two middle aged brothers on Anglesey and featured on the Welsh TV news. The owners were named and shamed and received a good bollocking from the RSPCA. Their crime? Their labrador was fat. Labradors do get fat because they eat everything in sight and admittedly this one was enormous. Yet surely someone could have given the brothers advice on slimming their labrador down? The brothers were interviewed and were very obviously not cruel. No-one had even tried to advise them. The RSPCA then revelled in telling the TV news that not only was this lab fat, but it had an ‘untreated tumour’ on it’s neck and the poor lab ‘must be in agony’. The untreated tumour was filmed. It was exactly the same condition that a dog of mine had experienced years ago. The tumour in question was benign and painless. As the RSPCA quietly admitted a few days later, after the lab had been removed and the brothers denounced as cruel gits. The brothers did not get their lab back. Did the RSPCA rehome the lab? No. They did what the RSPCA do a lot of, they put the dog down. For being fat.

What have we come to when a dog is abducted and killed for being fat and the dog’s owners are denounced on a national news bulletin for owning a fat dog?

I realised that something particularly odd was happening when the RSPCA started coming after me. Repeatedly. For ‘cruelty’ to my dogs. The cruelty in question being my dogs sleeping in my car when I was at work. On the first occasion that the RSPCA contacted me, I explained that yes my dogs were in the car, but they were not young dogs, they were comfortable and with a bowl of water, I checked on them regularly and I took them out for walks at intervals as well. They were in the car because I didn’t want to leave them at home all day, it was better for them to be in the car where I could go and visit them and walk them. The RSPCA went away happy with the explanation. Then they came back again, once more with allegations that I was cruel. Then the RSPCA told me that other people had told them that I was cruel. Perhaps they were the same people who were leaving abusive notes stuck to my car, telling me that I was cruel. I invited the RSPCA to come and meet me and my dogs to reassure themselves that my dogs were OK. The RSPCA didn’t take up my offer. A few weeks later I received another call from the RSPCA. Someone had told them that I was cruel.

The RSPCA must have known my extension number by now they were ringing me so often. I was never told who was making the allegations that I was cruel. The last conversation that I had with the RSPCA was even more surreal than the others. The RSPCA man spoke to me as though I was 10 yrs old. He told me that he knew that dogs get stressed when they are in a confined space because he had done an experiment. He had dressed up as a dog, sat in a small space and after 15 mins had felt stressed. I realised that I was talking to an idiot so I simply asked what he recommended. He told me to buy a new car and that if there was one more complaint about me the RSPCA would prosecute me.

There nearly was another complaint about me as well. I went to visit another Enemy Of The Paedophiles when he was in the Hergest Unit. I had only been with him about five minutes, when the door of the room flew open and an Angel yelled at me ‘those are your dogs in the car and it’s cruel for them to be there. If you don’t leave, we’ll call the RSPCA. It’s not me what’s doing this, I’ve been told. I’m just the messenger so don’t you have a go at me yeh’. The Angel – no uniform, no ID badge, so I had no idea who she was – then slammed the door shut again and disappeared.

The Hergest Unit staff knew my dogs and they knew my car. Because when I had been a patient previously, they had called the police on the grounds that they wanted to remove my dogs – to the care of the RSPCA! – but the police refused to break into my car lest they got bitten. No-one asked me to go outside and let the police into my car and introduce them to the dogs. Who would not have bitten them anyway. I only found out what was happening when the Hergest whistleblower came and told me not to worry about my dogs because he’d look after them while I was in hospital.

The Hergest whistleblower was as good as his word. One day though he came in terribly upset and told me that he thought that one of my dogs was going to die, he was very ill. The dog had been rushed to the vet who told the Hergest whistleblower that the dog had been poisoned. The Hergest whistleblower couldn’t understand it, he was an organic gardener and lived in an isolated cottage in a valley, there was nothing to poison a dog.

Except probably for a vicious bastard of a member of a paedophile gang who knew that the Hergest whistleblower was looking after my dogs, who knew that my Golden Lab was notorious for his appetite and who could throw the poisoned meat into the garden of the isolated cottage without being visible to anyone.

My dog didn’t die. He was paralysed for a few days but he didn’t die. My dog’s brush with death happened at the time that the paedophiles’ friends had yet another go at imprisoning me on the basis of their perjury and when my father’s death was imminent. I was told that if father died I would have to attend his funeral handcuffed to an Angel and a police officer. The charges against me were later withdrawn. On the first day of the trial.

Paedophile gang: Had my dog died I do hope that you realise that I would never have turned on the Hergest whistleblower, which I suspect was part of the plan.

Although it was obvious to me that in north Wales, the paedophiles’ friends had discovered a whole new way of making life unbearable for the people whom they so scandalously abused and neglected ie. now that we’ve made them unemployable, told everyone that they are dangerous nutters so no-one will speak to them, let’s put the final part of our dastardly plan into action – have them declared as IRRESPONSIBLE OWNERS and then remove their pets, the last thing on earth that they have left…, there seemed to be a problem across the whole of the UK with regard to the RSPCA mounting prosecutions against vulnerable people. It became so evident that people began raising concerns and leaving the RSPCA.

The enthusiasm for prosecuting vulnerable people often on the basis of very flimsy evidence culminated in a TV expose in which the finger was pointed at Gavin Grant, the CEO of the RSPCA, 2012-14. It was said that Gavin Grant was an ‘animal rights extremist’, that he wanted a whole new agenda for the RSPCA and a few people maintained that he was a vindictive git. When it was put to Gavin Grant on camera that some prosecutions had been ludicrous, such as one against an elderly lady for failing to take care of her budgie properly, Gavin snapped at the interviewer that ‘this poor old lady is a convicted animal abuser’. Well she was after Gavin’s inspector called at her house.

I don’t know what was driving Gavin Grant, but I very much doubt that he was an ‘animal rights extremist’. Because Gavin’s previous job had been as Chairman of PR firm Burson-Marsteller and many moons ago Gavin had been a fellow traveller of Dr Death! The Dr Death who was the research registrar for the lethal Top Doc at Tommy’s, William Sargant, who experimented upon and killed some of his patients (see post ‘Dr Death’). Gavin will know that Top Docs of Death’s generation also experimented en masse on animals. Dr Death was a psychiatrist and neurologist Gavin, they don’t just do rats, they do primates. Down at the Institute of Psychiatry – where Dafydd et al ‘trained’ – there have been generations of primates in cages with various horrible things done to their brains.

Primate Psychology Brain Animal Experimentation Picture

Ah, your life in their hands! The doctors and Angels they were wonderful!

Grant was brought up on a south London council estate but had moved from the estate by the time he was attending secondary school. His mother was a needleshop-worker and his father was a cellophane salesman. Grant was educated at Roan Grammar School for Boys, 1966–1973 and the University of Reading, 1973–77.

Gavin was a member of the Young Liberals and became the University of Reading’s youngest SU President.

After graduating, Gavin joined an anti-racism campaign group and reported for the Thatcher Gov’t on community relations. From 1987-88 he was Campaigns Director at the Council for the Protection of Rural England.  He worked as Director of Communications for the RSPCA from 1988-91. Which was when the RSPCA began to declare war on those who had spilt the paedophiles’ pints. In 1991, Gavin joined the Association of Unit Trusts and Investment Funds as Public Affairs Director. Gavin worked as Corporate Communications Manager at The Body Shop International, 1993-99, where he campaigned against the use of animal testing for cosmetics.

Gavin: you knew that despite the marketing, ingredients used in The Body Shop products HAD been tested on animals. It wasn’t The Body Shop’s fault, at the time it was illegal to use ingredients that had not been tested on animals. What The Body Shop did do was to only use ingredients that had already been tested, they did not use new ingredients because they did not want to be responsible for yet more animal testing. Which is sound rationale, but that is not what you told people was it? You let millions of girls and young women believe that they were buying products which had not been tested on animals when those products had been tested on animals.

But then  Gavin told the world that vulnerable people being targeted by paedophile gangs were Animal Abusers.

When Gavin was Chairman of Burson-Marsteller, 2006-11, his corporate clients included Unilever and he helped establish its corporate social responsibility unit. That’s the Unilever which funded the massive expansion of the School of Psychology at Bangor University in the early 1990s, after Prof Fergus Lowe twisted the arms of so many who knew about Dafydd and the paedophile gang, including Philip Lever, aka Lord Leverhulme (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

I know an Animal Abuser Gavin. I know quite a few, but I know one Animal Abuser who, like the brothers who were the proud owners of the enormous labrador on Anglesey, was actually a very nice person but who just didn’t know a few essentials. She was a lady who lived in Gwynedd and purchased a cat as a pet. It wasn’t just a moggy, it was quite an expensive cat and she loved it to bits. However because her house was located right next to a busy main road, she wouldn’t let the cat out lest he was run over. The poor bloody cat was going bonkers, he yowled and scratched and tried to escape all the time, he was desperate and furthermore he was bored out of its head in this expensive house with white carpets and no small creatures to catch. After about three months the poor sod gave up and just sat there with a glazed look in his eyes. The owner said ‘oh he’s given up now, he knows there’s no escape’. He certainly had and did, its called learned helplessness, Fergus Lowe could tell you all about it being a behavioural psychologist.

Who was the Animal Abuser in question? She was a mental health social worker, the former leader of the Dwyfor Community Mental Health Team. Her husband was the Head of a primary school on Anglesey. They were a very nice couple and she was one social worker who was not abusing clients. But she knew that many of the others were and she colluded with them. She also knew that the Hergest Unit was dangerous, she told me that she never referred patients there because of that. She admitted that she knew that the Arfon Community Mental Health Team were abusing patients and she knew that NHS staff had perjured themselves repeatedly in an attempt to have me imprisoned. We discussed it all. She is no longer living in Gwynedd. She is, I understand, in Australia. She and her husband, two Welsh speakers born and brought up in Gwynedd and who lived there all their lives decided that they were off to begin a new life in Australia, when it became clear that Operation Pallial would be re-opening the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Rhian Angel and her husband joined the exodus from north Wales to the other side of the world, along with a few others who knew the identities of the guilty parties…

Gavin Grant stood unsuccessfully in the 1987 General Election as the Liberal Alliance candidate. He has been a lifelong member of the Liberal Party and its successor the Lib Dems and was its Chair of the Western Counties regional party in 2011.

Any West Country Lib Dems remember a man called Jeremy Thorpe?

Gavin Grant has advised successive Liberal Democrat leaders including Deputy PM Nick Clegg and in 2007 he was involved in Clegg’s campaign to become party leader. Grant was elected to Wiltshire Council in 2017. He lives in Wiltshire and rents a flat in Horsham, West Sussex.

Peter Morrison’s family seat is in Wiltshire. The family own vast estates in Wiltshire and have lived there for decades. Morrison’s brother Charles was the Tory MP for Devizes in Wiltshire, 1964-92. Morrison’s dad John Morrison aka Lord Margadale was MP for Salisbury, 1942-65. The Morrison family pretty much ran Wiltshire for years. They sat on the County Council, they held posts as Deputy Lieutenant and Lord Lieutenant of the county and they were hugely influential in the Tory Party. Peter Morrison was kept out of trouble for decades as a result of his family and their connections. Gavin Grant would never have dared to take them on, but he may well have lent a hand to a few of those who assisted them or were keeping schtum about Peter’s activities.

One thing that I do not believe about Gavin is that he is an ‘animal rights extremist’. To find out where Gavin’s heart truly lies, let’s take a brief look at the work of the company that he Chaired before becoming CEO of the RSPCA.

Burson-Marsteller is a global PR and communications firm headquartered in New York. Burson-Marsteller consists of 77 offices and 85 affiliate offices, together operating in 110 countries across six continents. The company was founded by Harold Burson and William Marsteller in 1953 and, by the early 1980s, had become one of the largest PR companies in the world. In 1979 it became a subsidiary of Young & Rubicam, which in turn is now owned by WPP Group PLC. In 2018, it merged with Cohn & Wolfe and was renamed Burson Cohn & Wolfe. The current CEO of Burson-Marsteller is Don Baer, former Communications Director for the Clinton administration, who joined the company in 2007.

The firm is primarily known for its crisis management services and political lobbying. It has won numerous awards from the PR industry over the years for its work in high-profile crisis management, including a 2002 extortion attempt against GlaxoSmithKline and a response described as the ‘gold standard’ for its crisis management of the 1982 Chicago Tylenol poisonings. Other high-profile crisis cases include the manufacturers of the Three Mile Island Nuclear Generating Station and Egypt following terrorist attacks on tourists in 1993. At times the company has also been the subject of protests and criticism for its use of smearing and doubt campaigns (to undermine concerns about passive smoking for Philip Morris in the 1990s and anti-Google smear campaigning for Facebook in 2011) and its work for regimes facing severe human rights criticisms (Argentina and Indonesia).

GSK and Philip Morris have been involved in animal research, some of it cruel. Ken Clarke has had business interests in the tobacco industry for years and he is a personal friend of a number of senior executives in that industry. He has close links with Philip Morris.

Gavin Grant would be the ideal man to employ to conduct aggressive smear campaigns against anyone who was witness to Dafydd’s wrongdoing, but an ‘animal rights extremist’? I don’t think so. Anyway, he’s been far too busy.

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Now for a trip down memory lane to the early years of Tom King’s incumbency as the Tory MP for Bridgwater. King was elected in 1970, so during King’s first few years as an MP, Ted Heath was PM. It was under Thatcher that King’s career really took off, but then some of those who were not closely associated with the Thatcher project who had knowledge of events under Heath, particularly events that had been concealed, did find that their careers flourished under Thatcher. Thatcher herself paid a visit to Bridgwater, when she was Education Secretary in approx 1973. Thatch was the guest of honour at the Bridgwater Conservative Ladies Luncheon Club. She wowed them and I heard all about it…

Thatch might have waxed lyrical about the morality that was instilled into her by her Methodist upbringing above the grocers shop in Grantham, but her friendships with Jimmy Savile, Peter Morrison and George Thomas suggest that Thatch was in possession of some very mobile goalposts. I read an article recently in which a Tory argued that although it is now accepted that those three were abusing children on a substantial scale, he really did not believe that Thatcher knew about this. She definitely knew about Peter Morrison, she was told on a number of occasions, including by Barry Strevens a police bodyguard, that Morrison was holding sex parties with young boys. Thatch was also warned repeatedly that Jimmy Savile’s ‘private life’ made him unsuitable for the knighthood that Thatch was lobbying for him to have and that if ever he was given a knighthood, things could become very embarrassing if his ‘private life’ became public. Thatch’s response was to lobby even harder on Uncle Jim’s behalf.

Thatch might not have known about this, but some Tories in Somerset were having a high old time back in the early 1970s. There is a weird house in the Polden Hills near Cossington called Moon Cottage. Adults in Somerset always said the same thing when anyone drove past Moon Cottage – ‘that’s the house that Mandy Rice-Davies bought after the Profumo Affair’. I was told that Mandy Rice-Davies never actually lived at Moon Cottage but everyone knew that she had bought it. So what Mandy did there I do not know. I knew the man who later bought Moon Cottage and he definitely did live there. He was called Dan Lewis, he was married to a lady called Sarah and they must have acquired Moon Cottage in the late 1960s. They were involved with the Bridgwater Conservatives and were small business people in Bridgwater. Dan was the eldest son of another Dan Lewis, known as ‘old Dan Lewis’, who was a self-made man. Old Dan Lewis was a railwayman who had made a great deal of money by questionable means. Old Dan Lewis was spoken about by some in tones of disgust, because of his fondness for prostitutes, gambling and other associated pursuits. Young Dan had a brother, Richard, who was married to Rosemary. Richard and Rosemary were in the Bridgwater Conservatives as well.

Young Dan seemed to have quite a lot of misfortunes. No-one had a good word to say for him. Not because he ever did anything criminal and he didn’t have the reputation that his father did, but people were just generally rude about him, making allegations that he was incompetent and neurotic etc. I was far too young to ever draw any conclusions about Dan Lewis, but as an adult I wonder if he might have simply been adversely affected by having a father like Old Dan.

After young Dan moved into Moon Cottage he was repeatedly burgled. He actually lost a great deal of money and valuables as a result of those burglaries. I got so used to hearing about Dan Lewis being burgled that it didn’t strike me as at all odd. Dan Lewis got burgled, it was a fact of life. Dan Lewis was getting burgled at a time when getting burgled was rather more unusual than it is now. Particularly in Somerset. Moon Cottage was a bit spooky looking and there were trees next to it, but Moon Cottage was on the main road across the Poldens, between Bridgwater and Glastonbury, it shouldn’t have been that vulnerable to burglars. The burglars would have been visible to passing vehicles and surely the police should have taken a bit more interest in Dan being targeted in this manner. Dan’s marriage also didn’t last as long as people expected marriages to in the 1970s, Sarah left him but I have no idea of the circumstances. Dan died years ago when he was not that old. I think that he may have killed himself or died in unfortunate circumstances, I remember it being a rather sad untimely end to a difficult life.

At the same time as Dan was being burgled, there were rumours of excess among the Tories living in the Polden Hills. Excess in terms of orgies and swinging sessions. There were a few people in Somerset who had taken the Tories at face value, joined them and had been so shocked at what was going on that they quietly retreated from the scene but didn’t dare publicise what was happening. I don’t mind if Tories hold swingers parties if everyone is consenting adults, but in the light of what is now being revealed about the sexual tastes of some Tories of that generation, I am wondering if the swinging parties might have catered to even more specialised tastes.

The reason why I wondered what was going on was that it was alleged that someone was killed at one of the parties in the Poldens. Not a Satanic abuse inspired ritual killing of a child, but a good old fashioned murder of someone whom it was decided had to be disposed of. The allegations were that the victim was plied with drink until completely drunk and incapable, shoved in the swimming pool and left to drown. I have no idea why, people were so frightened after it got round that this had happened that there were scant details given.

These were members of your constituency party Lord King, do you know anything about it? I only ask because of what you and your associates did to me many years later.

In 1988 when businessmen in Ken Clarke’s part of the world became interested in my father’s employment prospects, Tom King was the Secretary of State for N Ireland. It was in 1988 when a group of young Irish people were jailed for a substantial term for plotting to kill Tom King. I followed the case at the time, there was barely any evidence that they had plotted to kill Tom King and the evidence against them reminded me very much of the sort of evidence that Dafydd produced against me. One of the young men jailed had a mother who was a well-known psychiatrist in either Eire or N Ireland. I can find no references to this case on any internet archive. What’s going on King? That case attracted massive publicity as a potential miscarriage of justice, why have all references to it disappeared?

As N Ireland Secretary, King will have been involved in concealing events at Kincora Boys’ Home.

Someone else who might well have known about events in the Polden Hills was Margaret Rees, the high profile Somerset County Councillor who lived next door to Bridgwater Arts Centre and was so outraged at the thought of young people attending music gigs at the Arts Centre that she gate-crashed one such event, in her Marks & Sparks dressing gown, accompanied by the police and shut the event down. Margaret Rees then used her position as a Councillor to stop all such events at the Arts Centre. These events were just young people attending rock gigs, it’s not as if they were drowning people in swimming pools.

Margaret Rees was married to a Top Doctor. Who was an alcoholic. Not a functioning one either, Dr Rees was completely bladdered on a routine basis and it was a real laugh because Margaret Rees could often be seen holding the old boy up to prevent him keeling over.

One of the contingent who was busy in the Bridgwater Tories during the years of excess in the Polden Hills had a celeb daughter. Her daughter was a dancer in the 1960s dance troupe The Young Generation and could be spotted strutting her stuff on prime time TV.

The Young Generation, dancer, Nigel Lythgoe, Lesley Judd, Dusty Springfield, Gene Kelly, Pauline McLeod

They look like Young Conservatives don’t they. The one in the middle looking heavenwards doing the ‘I’m having one hell of a time’ face is Lesley Judd, who found fame on ‘Blue Peter’ when Val had enough and left the show. It wasn’t the same after Val left.John Noakes' Blue Peter co-star VALERIE SINGLELTON pays a ...

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Years later it was revealed that ‘Blue Peter’ was a bit of a shag fest. Val admitted to having an affair with Pete and at one point she had a secret abortion. That was one story that John Nettleton never told on ‘Blue Peter’, he just confined himself to the Life Of Mozart. Val has angrily denied a lesbian affair with Joan Armatrading.

After ‘Blue Peter’, Val became a Serious Presenter, rather than one who had to pretend that she was concerned with Petra and Patch. Val presented ‘Nationwide’ in the 1970s. Perhaps Val could tell me why Frank Bough was kicked out of the BBC after he admitted enjoying the company of prostitutes and taking cocaine yet Savile, Rolf and Stuart Hall remained fully protected when doing far worse. Was Frank threatening to blow the gaffe on them?

Another member of The Young Generation was Nigel Lythgoe, he’s one of the Young Conservatives pictured above with Lesley Judd. Nigel went into TV production and became Head of Entertainment and Comedy at LWT. It was Nigel who commissioned and produced ‘Blind Date’. Which starred Cilla. ‘Blind Date’ was the show which turned around LWT’s fortunes in the 1990s and made the company so profitable. Cilla was a good friend of Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain of St George’s Hospital Medical School. I worked for Chamberlain when dear old Cilla was the Famous Friend of St George’s. Chamberlain had, when he was younger, experimented upon and then killed a foetus of seven months gestation. At St George’s he was concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the gang in north Wales/Cheshire as well as a linked trafficking gang in south London (see post ‘Now Then…’).

Chamberlain lived in a huge house right next to the All England Tennis Club at Wimbledon. The All England Club of which the Duke of Kent was President. Chamberlain won’t have missed an opportunity to rub noses with him.

Nigel Lythgoe subsequently worked on ‘Popstars’, ‘Pop Idol’ and ‘American Idol’. When Nigel was a judge on ‘Popstars’, he became known as Nasty Nigel on account of his harsh comments regarding the hopefuls who appeared before him.

Nigel spent his youth and early career in Liverpool, when Dafydd’s gang were running the city and supplying underaged sex workers to VIPs and celebs…

Nigel’s wealth is estimated at $110 million.

 

Jennifer’s Diary will be bringing the readers of this blog more stories from an insider soon. You’ll read it here first, not in Tatler.

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The Turn Of The Screw

I have explained in previous posts how my documentation demonstrates that following my complaints about Dafydd and the paedophile gang, managers of Gwynedd Health Authority, Gwynedd Social Services and Clwyd Health Authority were tracking my addresses even when I was living in England. I have also detailed some of the unlawful methods that Alun Davies et al were using to gain this information when they were not passing the information directly on to each other as a result of the addresses that I had supplied in my letters of complaint. I have been told that the Top Docs in north Wales and their associates in other parts of the UK also used my CV – which accompanied my job applications – to trace people whom I went to school with or who taught me in order to nobble or bribe them or their families and friends. A lot of people who knew me at school or in the sixth form went into nursing and Brown and I knew a few others who went into medicine. It seems that nearly everyone was approached with a view to bribing or blackmailing them. Close friends of ours who would not be paid or threatened into doing dreadful things paid a high price for standing by us.

 

In 1986 I left Anglesey to begin my MSc at Hammersmith Hospital/RPMS. Getting affordable accommodation in London at that time was very difficult, so for my first few weeks in London I crashed out at my friends’ house in Bethnal Green. In my post ‘Oh, Lordy! It’s CR UK’ I described how I was targeted by a known sex offender who lived near Bethnal Green. Dafydd and the paedophile gang knew my address when I lived at Bethnal Green, because it was then that I was trying to pursue my complaint regarding my illegal detention in Ysbyty Gwynedd by Jackie Brandt and a Dr Perera of Gwynedd Health Authority, as well as the threats that had been made to me by Dafydd. My complaint was never investigated. After my second letter of complaint, Gwynedd County Council obtained a High Court injunction against me, on the basis of the perjury of social workers Jackie Brandt and Keith Fearns, although Fearns had never met me and Brandt had met me only two or three times (see post ‘ Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). The injunction prevented me even writing to Gwynedd to pursue my complaints. Documents now in my possession show that Ron Evans, the crooked solicitor employed by Gwynedd County Council and Lucille Hughes, the Director of Gwynedd Social Services (and Dafydd’s mistress), had carefully planned and co-ordinated everything with the Top Doctors.

Not only was I targeted by the sex offender, but within days of moving in with my friends at Bethnal Green, one of my friends was followed home by some NF men every evening when he got off the tube who threatened to do him damage and insulted him for being gay. My friend isn’t gay, but he supposed that this was happening because he isn’t aggressively macho and there was NF activity/gay bashing in the area at the time. It could have been coincidental, this was before Bethnal Green had become gentrified, but now  that I know how many other of the unpleasant things happened because Dafydd and the gang sent thugs and nasties after us, I do wonder.

My friends in Bethnal Green were two of the friends who’s careers in the media were destroyed in 1991-92, along with my own career. I only stayed with them for a short while, because I was lucky enough to find a place in a shared house in Harringay fairly quickly. Interestingly enough, one of the other girls in the flat in Bethnal Green was incredibly hostile to me, although she knew that I had known one of her flatmates since I was 12 and another one since he was at university. I discovered the other day that Jules, the young woman who was so aggressive – and who constantly demanded of my friends that I should be pressurised into moving out, although she knew that I didn’t know anyone else in London with whom I could stay – was the girlfriend of John O’ Farrell, the writer and author who is a high profile Labour supporter. O’Farrell wrote for ‘Spitting Image’, ‘Alas Smith and Jones’, ‘Have I Got News For You’ and has written columns for the Indie and the Guardian as well as jokes for Blair and Gordon.

John O’Farrell is now married to someone else, but the lovely Jules knew some of what was happening in north Wales. Happy days John! Pursued by sex offenders and subjected to attempts to kill me and my friends!

 

Eventually my two friends moved out of Bethnal Green and into a house at Archway, near Highgate Cemetry. They were by then working for the Royal Television Society and the BBC. After I completed my MSc, I worked at the Cancer Research Campaign laboratories at Nottingham University and then worked for a team funded by the CRC at Surrey University, under Prof Vincent Marks, the brother of the then Chairman of the BMA Dr John Marks. Previous posts have detailed the research fraud and wrongdoing that I witnessed in these workplaces, the stealing of my data and its publication by someone else completely unknown to me and the links between people at my workplaces and Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales. By the time that I was working at Surrey, Ken Clarke was Health Secretary and was in full battle with the BMA. Clarke knew about the criminality in north Wales and concealed it, as did the BMA. Because both parties were concealing the same criminals, their battle ended in stalemate.

My friends paid three months rent upfront when they moved into the house in Archway. They paid by cheque, so it could be demonstrated that they had paid. They did not deal with the owner of the property, but with the landlord’s agent, an Irishman going under the obviously false name of Mr Murphy, who described himself as an ‘hotel manager’. Mr Murphy looked frankly menacing, sporting sunglasses, a camel hair coat and leather gloves at all times. Furthermore Mr Murphy was often standing outside of the house without letting my friends know that he was there when I was visiting or staying with them.

My friends had only been in the house about three weeks when Mr Murphy ordered them to move out. He claimed that he had no record of them paying their rent. So they underwent the process of tracing the passage of their rent cheque and it was clear that the cheque had indeed been paid and to Mr Murphy. Murphy then simply started intimidating them. The tactics included cutting off the electricity and then the water, after telling the utility companies involved that my friends were squatters. My friends stood up to him, so Murphy arrived with builders who removed their bathroom. They were determined not to be intimidated but realising that they were dealing with a crook and an increasingly threatening crook, they sought advice from the harassment officer of Islington Council, knowing that Islington boasted of such a service for tenants receiving aggro. Murphy then had a load of rubble dumped in their house.

When my mates were living in Archway, the gangster Nicholas van Hoogstraten’s methods of dealing with his tenants – Hoogstraten owned huge swathes of property in London and Brighton – received a lot of publicity and they were identical to Mr Murphy’s. Hoogstraten too never dealt with tenants himself, he used intermediates. There was much discussion as to whether my friends might be living in one of Hoogstraten’s properties. They were subsequently offered a flat in Peckham, which Islington Council had organised for them.

My mates were very relieved to get away from Mr Murphy, but they found themselves out of the frying pan into the fire. After moving into the flat at Peckham, a friendly neighbour – of which there were some – warned them that the estate was so dangerous that they should not go out alone after dark and furthermore, it had somehow become known on the estate that they worked in professional jobs and were at risk of being ‘yuppy taxed’ – beaten up and robbed – although they were young with not much money. Two weeks after they moved in, whilst they were at work, their flat was broken into and cleared out. The door had been smashed right in, in spite of the multiple locks. They replaced it with an iron grate thing which they called ‘the portcullis’.

After a few weeks in Peckham, one of my friends was out driving when an addict loaded up with heroin crashed into her. My friend was injured, but not seriously, yet the addict was not prosecuted. When my friend went to the GP in Peckham about her injury he accused her of malingering in an attempt to gain compensation. My friend had made no claim for personal injury. The same GP subsequently prescribed her medication which would have had serious consequences for her health had she taken it as he recommended. By this time, Brown, me and my friends had experienced such malpractice and hostility from so many Top Docs that we just concluded that there was a lot of it about.

It was when my friends lived at Peckham that they were unlawfully forced out of their jobs, at the same time as I was forced out of my job at St George’s. Hospital Medical School. We used to ring each other up every few days and compare the awful things that had happened to us at work. Another friend from my Bangor days who knew about my problems with those we know and love in north Wales was working for a drug company in Kent and in early 1991, he too was forced out of his job. He had also been subjected to attempts to blackmail him after he left Bangor, but I don’t know the full details. My friends left London, as did I.

During those years, 1986-92, those two friends, Brown, Brown’s brother and I just assumed that we were having a run of terribly bad luck. We were offered jobs which seemed to be wonderful opportunities and were then ferociously bullied out of those jobs, cars crashed into us, we were harassed and forced out of accommodation and someone tried to kill Brown’s brother and Brown. My housemate Anne from Anglesey was killed just before I moved to London.

My friends with whom I shared the flat at Bethnal Green had been to Stirling University and from their time at Bethnal Green onward, they found that friends from Stirling began behaving in a very hostile manner towards them. Stirling was quite political in the 1980s and a lot of people whom my friends knew were involved in politics, usually the SNP or the Labour Party. Including dear old Jack McConnell, who became Scotland’s FM, after years of concealing organised sexual abuse. Jack McConnell is good mates with Kirsty Wark, of ‘Newsnight’ fame.

 

Kirsty Wark – known for asking politicians ‘tough questions’
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I have received info that virtually everything that happened to us during those very difficult years was the work of the paedophiles and their friends. They had set us up constantly, using information that they had about us – after all members of the security services were involved – to arrange splendid offers of jobs and accommodation, only to ensure that the opportunities would destroy us.

 

Bethnal Green was in the Borough of Tower Hamlets. Dafydd and the gang had excellent contacts there – Tower Hamlets sent kids in care to children’s homes in north Wales, despite repeated complaints of abuse and kids from north Wales were trafficked back to the area as sex workers (see posts ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng and Tessa Jowell’, ‘Apocalypse Now’ and ‘The Bodies Beneath Canary Wharf’). The constituency MP for the area until 1983 was Labour MP Ian Mikardo, who was on the left of the party. Mikardo  and his wife Mary retired to Cheshire, where the north Wales gang operated and they died in the mid 1990s. Peter Shore succeeded Mikardo as MP, again for Labour. Peter Shore knew about the organised sexual abuse of kids in care (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’).

My friends’ house at Archway was in the Borough of Camden. One leading light in Camden Borough Council whilst they were being terrorised was Tessa Jowell. Tessa was a social worker who had worked as a child care officer for Lambeth Borough Council, whilst children in the care of Lambeth were abused both in Lambeth and sent to children’s homes in north Wales where they were abused. Then Tessa worked as a psychiatric social worker at the Maudsley, the hospital where Dafydd ‘trained’ and whose staff concealed his crimes for years (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’ and ‘The Mentor’). Tessa was Deputy Director of MIND when MIND worked with paedophiles’ rights groups. Dafydd was involved with MIND in the 1960s and MIND subsequently concealed his crimes for many years (see previous posts). Tessa was married to David Mills, who was found guilty in an Italian court of receiving a bribe from Blair’s mate Silvio Berlusconi, but Mills avoided prison on a technicality. For further information on Tessa and David, see posts ‘News From Sicily’ and ‘Baroness Tessa Jowell – A Tribute’.

David Mills was the brother of John Mills, Camden resident, Camden Councillor and  massive donor to the Labour Party. John Mills was married to Dame Barbara Mills QC, who worked as a GMC assessor and was DPP, 1992-98, when no charges were brought against anyone in relation to the police investigation into child abuse in north Wales, despite hundreds of complaints and a file being sent to the DPP. However Dame Babs managed to go ahead with a prosecution against me for staring at Jackie Brandt in Safeways. I was found guilty and it cost me £60, even though Brandt started crying in the witness box and admitted that she’d lied in her evidence.

Dame Barbara’s remains are interred in Highgate Cemetery on Mr Murphy’s manor. Here’s Dame Babs having a good laugh:

 

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For more info re Dame Babs and John Mills, see posts ‘News From Sicily’ and ‘A Future Leader Of The Labour Party’.

Camden Borough Council was famously the training camp for many New Labour big wigs and was home to a lot of them as well. But they weren’t having rubble dumped in their houses by gangsters. One Camden Borough Councillor was Frank Dobson, who was later the MP for Holborn and St Pancras and Health Secretary, 1997-99. Dobbo ignored the organised abuse of children and mental health patients when he was a Councillor, an MP and Health Secretary (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’).

When my friends lived in Archway, the constituency MP was the Tory Geoffrey Finsberg. Finsberg was educated at the City of London School and was a ‘Bevin Boy’, 1945-47, as was Jimmy Savile. Savile dined out on his status as a Bevin Boy and shamelessly used the connections that he made in that role throughout his long and successful sex offending career.

Finsberg was active in the Conservative Party from a young age and was founder Chairman of Mansfield Young Conservatives, 1946-47. He served as National Chairman of the Young Conservatives, 1954–57 and took senior rules in the National Union of Conservative and Unionist Associations, 1953–79 and the Greater London Area of the National Union of Conservative and Unionist Associations. Finsberg was Vice-Chairman, Conservative Party Organisation, 1975–79 and 1983–87.

Finsberg was elected a Borough Councillor in Hampstead in 1949 at just 22 years old – where he remained until 1965 – and on the new London Borough of Camden, 1964-74, serving as Leader, 1968-70. He was Deputy Chairman, 1969–1971 and Vice-President of the Association of Municipal Corporations, 1971-74.

In 1970, Finsberg was elected MP for Hampstead, serving 1970-83, then for Hampstead and Highgate, 1983 -92. He acted as Opposition spokesman on Greater London, 1974–79; junior Minister in the Dept of the Environment, 1979–81 and junior Minister in the DHSS, 1981-83. So Finsberg will have known much about the wrongdoing in the NHS and social services, including in north Wales. Many of the Top Docs, analysts and therapists colluding with Dafydd and the gangs with which he had connections were Finsberg’s constituents. Finsberg was President of the Parliamentary Assembly of the Council of Europe, 1991-92. 

Finsberg retired from the Commons at the 1992 General Election and in the same years was given a life peerage. Days after the 1992 General Election, five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb which was thrown into a building in Brighton, where they had been invited to a party. It is believed that the property was owned by Nicholas van Hoogstraten. See posts ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’ and ‘Sleeping With The Fishes’.

Finsberg was also active in business and charities: he was Controller of Personnel and Chief Industrial Relations Adviser at Great Universal Stores, 1968–79; Member, 1983–1986, and Deputy Chairman, South East Regional Board, TSB, 1986–89; Member, Post Office Users National Council, 1970–77; Member of the Council, CBI, 1968–79. He was Joint National Treasurer, 1993–1995, and Joint National Honorary Secretary, Council of Christians and Jews; Patron, Maccabi Association of Great Britain; Trustee, Marie Curie Cancer Foundation; a JP for Inner London from 1962.

 

In 1992 Finsberg was succeeded as MP by Glenda Jackson. My friends had gone from Archway by then, but Mr Murphy will have just moved onto his next victims. Glenda Jackson was born in Birkenhead and was educated at the West Kirby County Grammar School for Girls. Merseyside was part of Dafydd’s empire (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). In 1954 Jackson went to RADA.

Jackson was a member of the RSC, 1964-68, along with a number of other luvvies known to Dafydd and his associates. Jackson joined the RSC for director Peter Brooke’s ‘Theatre of Cruelty’ season, which included Peter Weiss’ Mara/Sade (1965) in which Jackson played an inmate of an asylum. I was the real article Glenda, it’s why the Hampstead crowd did nothing when gangsters went after my mates.

Glenda stood for election in 1992 and has stated that she felt Britain was being ‘destroyed’ by the policies of Thatcher and the Conservative Gov’t, so she was willing to do ‘anything that was legal’ to oppose Thatch. Except for blowing the whistle on a sex trafficking ring which involved Thatcher’s Ministers obviously – because unfortunately people from the Labour Party were involved as well.

Following the 1997 General Election, Jackson was appointed as a junior Minister in Blair’s Gov’t with responsibility for London Transport, a post from which she resigned in 1999, before an unsuccessful attempt to be nominated as the Labour candidate for the election of the first Mayor of London in 2000.

The Secretary of State responsible for Transport at the time was Prezza. Prezza comes from north Wales – he returned to his past territory to campaign in the 2001 General Election and smacked a constituent in the face, twice, because Prezza was traumatised by an egg being chucked at him. It was an egg Prezza, only an egg, it doesn’t call for two punches to the face you big thug. Prezza studied at Ruskin College at the same time as Matt Arnold, the Head of Bryn Estyn, taught there and when Peter Howarth, Arnold’s friend and colleague, studied at Ruskin (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’). Howarth was one of those who did go to prison for serial sexual assaults on the boys at Bryn Estyn.

I don’t know whether Matt Arnold taught Prezza at Ruskin, but whoever did needs to explain why their famous old boy came out with corkers such as ‘this Labour government will increase ‘omelessness’. Well they did among Empowered Service Users. At least if Prezza ever lost his house, he could sleep in one of the two jags that were famously needed to transport the Lady Pauline a few yards down the road lest the wind messed up her hairstyle. Lady Pauline had a trauma as big as that suffered by Prezza with regards to that egg. Lady Pauline was home alone – except for the presence of an armed police bodyguard – when some Greenpeace protesters climbed onto the roof of her place. Lady Pauline kicked up a dreadful stink, she wept and wailed and explained that she was by herself ‘with no man in the house’ and that she thought that the vegans from Greenpeace who were prancing about on the roof had come to kill her. Greenpeace activists being known for doing that sort of thing, that must have been why the Rainbow Warrior was blown to smithereens.

 

An Alpha Male:
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The Lord Prescott and a Friend:

 

Male ‘silverback’ gorillas are usually the alpha animal and may receive preferential treatment such as being groomed by other group members.

 

Glenda Jackson became a regular critic of Blair and called for him to resign following the Hutton Inquiry in 2003 surrounding the reasons for going to war in Iraq and the death of Dr David Kelly. Dr Kelly was no means the only person who died as a result of Blair’s decisions and activities. Jackson is a Republican. Glenda: Carlo was Chancellor of UCNW when the institution was used to facilitate a paedophile gang and he ignored correspondence directly telling him about the activities of that ring; a Tory paedophile’s sister, Dame Mary Morrison, was Woman of the Bedchamber to Lilibet; and the Royals were mates with Jimmy Savile as well. You didn’t think to mention any of this as a means of suggesting that the Royals had probably outlived their usefulness then?

On 31 Oct 2006, Jackson was one of 12 Labour MPs to back Plaid and the SNP’s call for an inquiry into the Iraq War. Most Plaid MPs colluded with Dafydd and the gang and of course more than a few SNP MPs kept schtum about the same, or similar, matters.

In April 2013, Jackson gave a speech in Parliament following the death of Thatch. She accused Thatch of treating ‘vices as virtues’. Another speech of Jackson’s in June 2014 was a scathing assessment of Iain Duncan Smith’s tenure as Secretary of State for the DWP, telling him that he was responsible for the ‘destruction of the welfare state and the total and utter incompetence of his department.’ IDS certainly didn’t help, but the ‘professionals’ employed by the welfare state were highly effective at wrecking their lives of some of their clients before IDS ever arrived.

 

Glenda’s son Dan Hodges is a journo who, since March 2016, has written a weekly column for ‘The Mail On Sunday’. Prior to this, Dan was a columnist for the Torygraph and in 2013 was described by James Forsyth in ‘The Spectator’ as Cameron’s ‘new favourite columnist’. Originally a member of the  Labour Party, Hodges is known for his Blairite views.

Hodges worked as a parliamentary researcher for his mother, 1992-97, describing it as ‘straight-forward nepotism’, before working in public relations for the Road Haulage Association, GMB and the Freedom To Fly lobby group. Hodges worked briefly as Head of Communications at the London Development Agency and as Director of News for Transport for London in 2007.

Dan supported Jon Cruddas in the 2007 deputy leadership election as a member of Compass, but has since been critical of the organisation. See post ‘He Knows Where The Bodies Are Buried’ for my horrendous experience with Lisa Nandy and Compass. Dan supported David Miliband in David’s unsuccessful campaign for the 2010 Labour leadership contest and was very critical of the winner Ed. It doesn’t matter which of those two tossers Dan supported, their dad Ralph knew about Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘The Village’) and I bet that Miliband minor and Miliband even more minor did as well. Their Uncle Harry’s colleagues were mates of Dafydd’s and colluded with him for years.

In August 2013, Hodges expressed strong approval for the border detention of David Miranda, the spouse of journalist Glenn Greenwald, under the Terrorism Act, who despite not being under suspicion of planning terrorist acts, was found to be carrying an external hard drive containing 58,000 highly classified UK intelligence documents. Miranda’s detention was subsequently ruled lawful by the UK High Court, which accepted that Miranda’s detention and the seizure of computer material was ‘an indirect interference with press freedom’ but said this was justified by legitimate and ‘very pressing’ interests of national security. Hodges expressed support for the government suppressing whistleblowers spreading ‘information highly detrimental to the UK national interest’. 

Thanks Dan, Brown and me were never warned of murder plots against us and the murder of others known to us was concealed in the interests of ‘national security’. It was this particular Miranda who’s career benefited as a result of the idiocy:

 

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Islington Borough Council, the organisation which found my friends an equally dangerous place to live after they fled Mr Murphy who’s crimes were being ignored by Miranda’s mates on Camden Borough Council, was of course led by Margaret Hodge from 1982. Hodge stood down from the Council to take up a job with Price Waterhouse in 1992, when the extent of the years of organised sexual abuse of children in care in Islington became clear. By 1992, my career in medical research had been killed and my friends who had sought sanctuary at the hands of the Islington harassment officer were finished as well.

Hodge was educated at Bromley High School, followed by Oxford High School. She went on to study at the LSE, graduating with a third-class degree in 1966. A number of those involved with the paedophile gang in north Wales studied at the LSE at about the same time that Hodge did.

From 1966-73, Hodge worked at Unilever in market research and in PR at Weber Shandwick. Prof Fergus Lowe, who established the corrupt empire of paedophiles’ friends at the School of Psychology at Bangor University from the late 1980s after overthrowing Dafydd’s influence in that School, did it substantially on the back of a very big grant from Unilever in 1992 (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

From 1992-94, Hodge was a senior consultant at Price Waterhouse. 

Hodge was married to Henry Hodge, a solicitor and fellow Labour Borough Councillor. Henry Hodge became a High Court judge, but prior to that, he was Chairman of the NCCL (Liberty) when it had links to PIE.

Margaret Hodge was first elected as an Islington Councillor in 1973. She soon became Chairman of the Housing Committee. At one point, Hodge’s Deputy Chairman was Jack Straw. The Islington Labour Party was badly affected by the defection of members and elected representatives to Dr Death’s merry band, the SDP.

Dr Death had personal connections with some of the Top Doctors who facilitated the trafficking ring in north Wales and his other unpleasant activities are detailed in my post ‘Dr Death’. I discovered something further about Dr Death a few days ago. I purchased one of Dr Death’s books that he wrote years ago – when he still expected to end up as PM – after seeing it for £1 in a second hand bookshop. The book is dreadful actually, it is just Dr Death droning on in his pompous manner, but the £1 was well spelt nonetheless, because the blurb about Dr Death inside tells us that after his election in 1966, Dr Death was appointed PPS to the Minister of Defence Administration and then he was junior Minister for Defence (Royal Navy), 1968-70. So Dr Death knew about all those senior figures in the Royal Navy and Admiralty who were concealing the sexual abuse of minors, as well as the associated security risks (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’). As did Dr Death’s boss at Defence, the Secretary of State Denis Healey. I’m just reading Healey’s autobiography at the moment, he was friends with people who later became Top Docs and paedophiles’ friends from his teenage years.

 

The Islington Child Abuse Scandal was as impressive as the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, with children being found dead and whistleblowers being ignored, intimidated or disappearing off the face of the earth. After Hodge was elected as the MP for Barking in 1994, she insulted one of the by then adult victims of the Islington paedophile gang and implied that he was mad. He successfully sued her. Since then, Hodge has apologised several times for the child abuse scandal which was directly linked her to her tenure, admitting that it was a ‘shameful disgrace’. So were the murders of the witnesses Margaret.

In 1994, Labour leader John Smith died – after a heart attack – at Bart’s Hospital, who found that they ‘could not revive him’. Bart’s was pretty much run by Dafydd’s mate Prof Linford Rees and the family of Lady Juliet Bingley, who in their various roles including in MIND and at the Mental Health Act Commission colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles. Barts was under threat of serious cuts or even complete closure at the time of Smith’s death. After Smith’s death, Hodge endorsed Tony Blair, her former neighbour in Islington, for Labour Leader.

Blair returned the favour. Hodge held various Gov’t positions, including junior Minister for Disabled People, 1998-01; Minister for Universities, 2001-03; Minister for Children, 2003-05. Between 2012-15 Hodge was Chair of the Public Accounts Committee and in this capacity she insulted various people who were summoned to appear before her. For some reason none of them said ‘I don’t have to take this from a ruthless lying cow like you who presided over the murders of witnesses’.

Much of the aggro that I received from the paedophiles’ friends during my time as a teacher and when I did my PhD and then subsequently worked at Bangor University occurred curiously near to the time when Hodge had responsibilities for those areas.

Further information about Dame Lady Margaret Hodge, Sir Henry and their associates can be read in my post ‘The London Connection’.

 

Jeremy Corbyn has been the MP for Islington North since 1983. Jeremy previously worked for NUPE, which was the union to which many of those who stood accused of child abuse or colluded with it belonged. NUPE were happy to represent them. However, NUPE refused to represent Alison Taylor in her fight with Gwynedd County Council after she blow the whistle on the abuse of children in north Wales, although Alison was a fully paid up member of NUPE. Alun Michael, whom Blair imposed upon Wales as First Minister after the National Assembly came into being, had a close relationship with NUPE – it was believed that he did whatever they told him to do (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’). For information about the paedophile-friendly trade unions of which NUPE was one, see post ‘A Very COHSE Relationship With Some Very Nasty People’.

Jeremy’s election agent Derek Sawyer was a business partner of paedophile Derek Slade who was imprisoned for sex offences against boys (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends’). The Islington whistleblower Dr Liz Davies maintains that she told Jeremy of the abuse of children in care in the Borough, but Jeremy did not act on her concerns.

 

In Jan 1987, after I was released from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh where I had been illegally imprisoned by Dafydd, Dafydd told me that he knew that I was living in Harringay and that he had told Haringey Social Services where I was living so that they could ‘keep an eye on me’. This was not a referral for any sort of ‘service’ or aftercare. Immediately after Dafydd told me that, I was driven to a railway station by two Angels and physically put on a train to London, after being told to ‘shut your mouth about DA’ and ‘don’t ever come back to north Wales again’. Clwyd Health Authority even paid for the train ticket. I now have documents showing that records were forged regarding my date of leaving the hospital. It was documented that I had left in February and had been discharged by a Top Doc of whom I had never heard who had diagnosed me with ‘paranoid schizophrenia’.

It was after I left Denbigh that I was followed and threatened repeatedly by the sex offender in Bethnal Green when I went back to the flat to see my friends.

Jezza sat on the Board of an NHS authority covering Camden and Islington and Haringey.

 

A woman who wilfully ignored serious organised crime:

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An expert on psychosis caused by mari-jew-ana:

 

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Peckham, the area in a state of terminal decay where it was too dangerous for residents to go out at night and where the neighbourhood street robbers had somehow been alerted to my friends’ arrival, the area employing a lethal offensive GP and the area where young women smacked out of their heads could drive into my friend causing injury with no consequences, was the domain of Harriet Harman. Well, it was in name, but Jack Dromey was the substantial driving force. At one point the residents of Peckham were so fed up of their shite, dangerous environment and the lack of facilities that there was a plan to oust Harriet. Harriet’s husband Jack Dromey saved the day by drumming up support from his mates in the unions. Those in Peckham who did favours for Harriet were richly rewarded, sometimes with peerages.

Harriet based much of her election campaigning on her support for the NHS. Harriet’s dad John Harman was a Harley Street Top Doc. I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School when my mates were living in Peckham. When one of the medical secretaries head that my friends lived there, she stated that ‘Peckham is a vile area’.

Ah! Your life in their hands! The NHS treats everybody equally and it particularly looks after the poor!

 

Harriet Harman:

 

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

Dr Jeremy Alun Spart:

 

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I have been told that it was Sir Paul Fox, one of Thatcher’s favourite media executives, who was responsible for my friend being forced out of the Royal Television Society, although it was the fuckwit Claire Price who did the dirty work (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’). My friend was forced out of the RTS when she wanted to make a film about what had happened to me in north Wales. One RTS employee had an unfortunate taste for sex with children and on one occasion molested a 10 year old boy. Price’s colleague Tony Pilgrim commented that it was ‘sad that he had been caught’.

The Chairman of the BBC when my friend’s husband was forced out of his job with them was Thatcher’s mate Marmaduke Hussey, who’s wife Lady Susan Hussey was Woman of the Bedchamber to Lilibet. So she’ll have known the other Woman of the Bedchamber to Lilibet, Dame Mary Morrison. I wonder how many women Lilibet needs in her bedchamber. Lady Susan is godmother to Prince William.

Duke Hussey had numerous roles in public life (see post ‘Oh No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’), among them Chairman of the Royal Marsden Hospital, until 1998. So Hussey will have been in post at the time that the Royal Marsden was involved in a research fraud in which Tony Francis’s former colleague Dr Peter Mcguire participated, which resulted in the Nov 1990 death – stated to be by suicide – of Prof Tim McElwain, an oncologist from the Royal Marsden (see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’). In June 1996 Hussey was given a life peerage – the month after William Hague announced the Waterhouse Inquiry.

Sir Michael Checkland was DG of the BBC, 1987-92 and was Vice-President of the RTS, 1985-94. So Sir Paul Fox obviously received a helping hand. Checkland, like Hussey, was Thatcher’s choice.

Following his retirement from the BBC, Checkland became closely associated with the National Children’s Home. A number of people involved with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and other child abuse scandals were involved with NCH, including Glanville Owen, Deputy Director of Gwynedd Social Services (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’), when the paedophile gang operated within its children’s homes and when Gwynedd County Council staff were perjuring themselves in attempts to have me imprisoned.

Checkland has since become involved in a range of other charities and public bodies: Director of the National Youth Music Theatre, 1992–02, Chairman of the City of Birmingham Symphony Orchestra, 1995–2001, Governor of Westminster College, Oxford, 1993–97 and Governor of Birkbeck College, London, 1993-97.

For many years Professor Eric Hobsbawm had a holiday home in Croesor in north Wales, a village in the region in which Dafydd et al wrecked lives (see post ‘The Village’). Hobsbawm was an academic at Birkbeck and was involved with the institution for many years, eventually becoming President in 2002. Eric Hobsbawm undoubtedly knew about the activities of Dafydd and the gang. An entertaining article on the net entitled ‘What would George think?’ claims that Eric Hobsbawm – a communist – was under surveillance by MI5 for decades and the site provides a link to what it is claimed is intelligence gathered by MI5 on Hobsbawm. Call me naive, but I don’t think it likely that MI5 are going to be posting up their info online. Unless it’s a case of Python’s ‘joining the secret services’ vision: ‘Can you keep a secret?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Well you’re in then.’

Hobsbawm was a member of the Cambridge Apostles. A number of whom were double agents working for the British security services.

Whether Hobsbawm was spy, spied upon, or both, he knew that people were being killed at the hands of a gang which supplied children for Thatcher’s mates, Ministers and associates of the Royal Family to have sex with. As for what would George think, consider this: Dafydd was supplying young people to politicians of all parties, celebs and others; he was using his status as a local born Welshman and Top Doctor to convince people that he could be relied upon to act in the interests of the region’s unfortunates; he’d do anything for money, was incredibly dangerous and enjoyed protection from the highest echelons. I imagine that George was in despair. George would also have been on his own in the face of the myriad assorted tossers and dipsticks colluding with Dafydd. Furthermore if George is thinking what I am thinking, he’ll be wondering why, in the face of the considerable resources available to the security services, that they could not have dealt effectively with an insane old man like Dafydd.

 

Michael Checkland was Visiting Professor at the International Academy of Broadcasting, Montreux, 1995–97; the Peabody Awards Board of Jurors, 1994-2000 and Chairman of HEFCE, 1997–2001.

In 1997-8 Checkland was elected Vice-President of the British Methodist Conference, the highest lay position in the Methodist Church. George Thomas, the Labour MP, Speaker of the House and friend of Thatcher, who molested children for decades, was a leading figure in the Methodist Church (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). George Thomas was also involved with the NCH.

Checkland is a Trustee of Reuters, Chairman of Horsham YMCA, Chairman of Horsham Arts Festival, Chairman of the University of Brighton and a Board member of the Wales Millennium Centre. He was a member of the  ITC, 1997-03, and Chairman of Brighton Festival, 1993-02.

John Allen owned brothels in Brighton to which he trafficked kids from north Wales. The firebomb attack in 1992 which killed the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal happened in Brighton.

 

When my friend worked at the BBC, he said that not only were the senior managers endorsing the corruption within that organisation but it was rumoured that a few of them were molesting under-aged boys. I was also told that Esther was truly hated and a ruthless, insincere bully.

Previous posts have described how I wrote to Esther about Dafydd and Denbigh when she launched her mental health campaign in the late 1980s. I did not receive a reply.

Regular readers will know that Dafydd’s targets compensated by taking the piss out of him. One of the things that we did was to enter Dafydd for awards and quiz shows. I, in collaboration with others, entered Dafydd for Esther’s ‘Hearts Of Gold’ show in 1988 and we also entered Dafydd for ‘Bob’s Full House’, to appear with Bob Monkhouse. So imagine my surprise when, upon receipt of my medical records, I found copies of the letters to the BBC that we had written to enter Dafydd for Esther’s and Bob’s shows. So someone at the BBC had a hotline to Dafydd.

 

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I do not know whether my friend was forced out of the BBC because he refused to accept bribes, because his wife wanted to make a film about north Wales, because they were both friends with me or because I wrote to Esther and then took the piss out of Dafydd.

The BBC will never recover from Savile, Stuart Hall and Rolf Harris, but before those three were exposed, some people in north Wales were quite vexed by the BBC, although they were dismissed as nutters. There was a journalist who lived at Brynsiencyn on Anglesey during the 1980s, Ian Skidmore, who broadcast Radio Brynsiencyn from his own cottage. Ian Skidmore constantly alleged that the BBC were trying to ruin him – although he had previously worked with them –  but I’m not aware of the details of his allegations.

 

Ian Skidmore worked for Radio 4, making his mark in 1987 by presenting the ‘Archive’ programme and going on to present the nostalgic ‘Times Remembered’. Radio Brynsiencyn parodied the commercial broadcasters of the time. Recorded in the kitchen of his cottage and given a final polish by BBC Radio Wales, the programme created the illusion of coming from an independent outfit and gained an international following during the 1980s.

The former BBC foreign correspondent Angus McDermid was Skidmore’s ‘foreign editor’: they had first met while working on the ‘North Wales Chronicle’ in Bangor, Gwynedd. The Skidmores’ cleaner, Rose Roberts, appeared on Radio Brynsiencyn and Aled Jones was used as an interviewer when his voice broke.

The ‘North Wales Chronicle’ was an organ of the paedophiles’ friends. Angus McDermid began his career on the ‘North Wales Chronicle’ in 1939, based in his home town, Bangor.

 

In 1963, McDermid became the BBC’s central African correspondent and in 1964, he was appointed the BBC’s west African correspondent. By the end of the 1960s, McDermid was working as the BBC’s South Africa correspondent, based in Johannesburg. During his time in Africa, he reported on the death of Congolese PM Patrice Lumumba.

McDermid was a regular contributor to Radio 4’s ‘From Our Own Correspondent’. One of his pieces, according to fellow BBC journalist John Simpson, focused on a censor in Zanzibar who kept a revolver and a hand grenade under his desk. Yet McDermid never managed to utter a word about Dafydd.

McDermid’s career included a stint as the BBC’s Washington correspondent in the 1970s.

McDermid’s daughter Kate Dickens is a former journalist. His grandson Andrew Dickens is senior press officer at the Ministry of Housing, Communities and Local Government and was previously chief reporter at international television publication C21 Media.

 

In 2009 the ‘Daily Post’ reported that a series of plaques were going to be erected in Bangor to commemorate famous people associated with the town, one of those being McDermid. The famous people honoured had all concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophile gang. Cllr Douglas Madge was most enthusiastic about the plaques. Douglas Madge is a retired technician from Bangor University, who, if one cuts his head open and counts the rings, can be dated back to the time when Dafydd and the paedophiles completely ran the institution. In retirement and in his capacity as a Councillor, Madge was one of those who declared war on the one VC of Bangor University who was not a paedophiles’ friend. Madge could be seen out and about in Bangor seething and fuming, co-ordinating coups and plots against that Very Naughty Boy who just would not do what a gang of paedophiles told him to. The paedophiles’ friends even generated a phrase which was the call to arms: ‘he’s destroying my culture, my language and my university’. That’s Welsh for ‘the whole damn lot of us could be behind bars if anyone re-opens the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal’.

 

I can highly recommend the famous Welshman Iolo Morganwg to Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends. From an early date Edward Williams aka Iolo Morganwg was concerned with preserving and maintaining the literary and cultural traditions of Wales. To this end he forged a large number of manuscripts as evidence for his claims that ancient druidic tradition had survived the Roman conquest, the conversion of the populace to Christianity, the persecution of the bards under King Edward I and other adversities. Morganwg’s forgeries develop an elaborate mystical philosophy, which he claimed represented a direct continuation of ancient druidic practice. Williams’s reported heavy use of laudanum may have been a contributing factor.

Williams first came to public notice in 1789 when he produced Barddoniaeth Dafydd ab Gwilym, a collection of the poetry of the 14th-century Dafydd ap Gwilym. Included in this edition was a large number of previously unknown poems by Dafydd that Williams claimed to have discovered; these poems are regarded as Williams’s first forgeries. His success led him to London in 1791. There he founded the Gorsedd, a community of Welsh bards, at a ceremony on 21 June 1792 at Primrose Hill. Iolo organised the proceedings, which he claimed were based on ancient druidic rites. In 1794 he published some of his own poetry, which was later collected in the two-volume Poems, Lyric and Pastoral. Essentially his only genuine work, it proved quite popular.

 

 

Here’s a Welsh woman in traditional dress:

 

 

This traditional dress was invented by Lady Llanover aka Augusta Waddington (21 March 1802 – 17 January 1896). She made her servants wear it. The Traditional Welsh Hats – or at least plastic versions of them – are still sold in Rhyl today to the delight of small girls who are there on holiday from Birkenhead.

Yma O Hyd!

 

Ian Skidmore’s books included several on the history of north Wales. His 1983 autobiography was read on Radio 4 and the World Service. A new version, more than twice the original length, was published in 2008.

Born and brought up in Manchester, Ian was the son of a policeman. Skidmore left Didsbury Central School at the age of 12 when his mother took him to Derbyshire. His father responded to his journalistic aspirations by getting him a job as an apprentice printer on the ‘Evening Chronicle’ (later merged into the ‘Manchester Evening News’). At the age of 18 Skidmore was called up for national service, undertaken in the Black Watch, his stint including 56 days in a military prison. Upon his release, he joined the British Army PR unit. Mere mention of the ‘Chronicle’ had the staff there assuming that he was a reporter, and so he was posted to Berlin as a sergeant with the 7th Armoured Division. He was assigned to covering the Berlin Airlift of 1948-49 and within a year had made his first British Forces Radio broadcast.

After leaving the Army, Skidmore joined the ‘Manchester City News’ – which evolved into the ‘Yorkshire Evening Post’ – the ‘Daily Dispatch’ in Liverpool and the ‘Daily Mirror’ in Manchester. He became one of the youngest night news editors on a national paper, with spells at the ‘News of the World’, ‘Daily Mirror’, ‘Sunday Pictorial’, ‘Sunday Mirror’ and ‘Sunday People’. Then Skidmore worked as a freelance based in Chester, where in 1966 he covered the Moors murders trial of Ian Brady and Myra Hindley. Nearly all the lawyers involved in that trial were paedophiles’ friends.

Skidmore married a fellow journalist, Celia Lucas, his second wife, in 1971, and they moved to Anglesey. The MP for Anglesey, 1951-79, was paedophiles’ friend, Lord Cledwyn, aka Cledwyn Hughes. My post ‘Little Shop Of Horrors’ discussed how many people involved in agriculture in north Wales/Cheshire – both in the Agri Dept of UCNW, but also in their capacity as landowners/farmers – were colluding with and concealing the criminality of Dafydd and the gang. Cledwyn was a key mover and shaker among them.

In 1968 PM Harold Wilson moved Cledwyn Hughes from his position as Welsh Secretary to become Minister of Agriculture, Fisheries and Food. Hughes was disappointed to leave the Welsh Office, not least because he had done much preparatory work for the investiture of the Prince of Wales scheduled for 1969. This included sending a monthly letter on Welsh affairs to Carlo, then at Cambridge University.

At Agriculture, Hughes replaced Fred Peart, who was strongly opposed to the Common Market. Hughes was a supporter and a great admirer of paedophiles’ friend and later mentor to Blair, Roy Jenkins. During his time as Secretary of State for Wales, Hughes had favoured extending the nascent Dept’s powers over agriculture and health; as Minister of Agriculture, he transferred powers over agriculture in Wales to the Welsh Office. Which meant that the corrupt civil servants in the Welsh Office doing Dafydd et al so many favours then had responsibility for yet another domain colonised by the paedophiles’ friends, lest anyone was in danger of constraining them.

Cledwyn was succeeded as Secretary of State for Wales by George Thomas, who was mates with Harold Wilson.

Lord Cledwyn was close to paedophiles’ friends Roy Jenkins and Callaghan and was a long standing friend of Glenys Kinnock’s parents. In March 1977, Cledwyn Hughes was actively involved in the negotiations which led to the Lib-Lab pact. In the autumn of the following year, when the Callaghan Gov’t did not have a majority in the Commons, Hughes persuaded the three Plaid members to support the Gov’t in return for a commitment to legislate for compensation to workers suffering from silicosis as a result of working in the slate quarrying industry. When I lived near Bethesda in the 1990s, the old boys who could hardly breathe as a result of silicosis were still waiting for their compensation. Many of them died before they received it. Dafydd Wigley was very angry about the matter, but was in no position to put a boot into various carregs to ensure that the quarrymen received compensation before they died, because the politicians were all concealing the same bunch of criminals. Hard luck quarrymen, but here’s another media story about the wonderful NHS.

In late 1978 Lord Cledwyn was dispatched as an envoy to Rhodesia, seeking to accelerate the handover of power to the majority population, but as in 1965 when Cledwyn had previously attempted negotiations, he made little headway in persuading Ian Smith to co-operate. Hughes also failed to persuade Joshua Nkomo to give up the armed struggle. If I was Ian Smith or Joshua Nkomo I don’t think that I’d listen to a paedophiles’ friend from Anglesey either.

Keith Best, one of the greatest friends that Dafydd and the paedophiles had, was MP for Anglesey, 1979-87. Until he went to prison.

For further details on Lord Cledwyn and Keith Best, see my post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’.

 

It was a chance meeting with Lord Langford – aka Geoffrey Rowley-Conwy – which led to the first of Ian Skidmore’s more than 30 books. ‘Escape from the Rising Sun: The Incredible Voyage of the Sederhana Djohanis’ tells the story of the then Geoffrey Alexander Rowley-Conwy’s escape from the Japanese invasion of Singapore and his eventful journey to Ceylon.

The Rowley-Conwys are a land-owning family from Denbighshire. They are associated with many of those who concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al.

Col Geoffrey Alexander Rowley-Conwy, 9th Baron Langford, (8 March 1912 – 12 November 2017), was a British-Irish peer and British Army officer. His second wife was Grete von Freiesleben, the daughter of Colonel Erik Theodor Christian von Freiesleben, of Hjortekaer, Copenhagen, Ch Kings’s Adj’s Staff to His Majesty The King of Denmark. One of their three children is the Hon. Peter Alexander Rowley-Conwy. One of his two daughters is Gabrielle Catrin Rowley-Conwy. Gabby Rowley-Conwy’s biography can be found on Swansea University’s website. It reads:

‘I am a Clinical Skills Tutor in the Department of Nursing. My background is in Emergency and Critical Care, especially Burns Intensive Care. I have worked in Saudi Arabia and France as well as around the UK, and am passionately interested in international and cultural aspects of nursing. My other interests are clinical skills and resuscitation, particularly simulation based training. I have published several articles on burns care and am passionate about evidence based practice.’

I expect that Gabby is one of the Angels who is using foodbanks that we hear about.

Gabby’s grandfather’s third wife was Susan Winifred Denham, daughter of Cyril Henry Charles Denham, of Wrexham, Denbighshire. Lady Langford is a patron of St Kentigern Hospice, St Asaph, an institution founded and run by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’).

 

In 1978 Skidmore joined the newly launched BBC Radio Wales, where for 15 years he hosted the interview series ‘In Conversation’, as well as making entertaining contributions to the quiz Chaired by Vincent Kane. Skidmore’s 15 television series were made for BBC Wales, HTV and Granada and he was a popular guest on chat shows.

In 1998, after more than 1,000 programmes, Skidmore was awarded a Golden Microphone for services to broadcasting, but a fortnight later was controversially dropped by BBC Radio Wales. This he put down to growing anti-English prejudice by the station’s management.

In 2003, Skidmore retired to Cambridgeshire, where he continued to write and blog.

Skidmore died in 2013 and is survived by Celia and by the two daughters, Gay and Lynn, and son, Nicholas, from his first marriage, to Leah, which ended in divorce.

Ian Skidmore worked with so many paedophiles’ friends in so many capacities that he will have known plenty about what they were doing. Dafydd was a regular on Vincent Kane in the 1990s as the police investigations into the abuse of children in north Wales began and as there was pressure on Dafydd to retire. Dafydd lived on Anglesey, not that far away from Ian Skidmore. Dafydd didn’t have to go on the bus like the Empowered Service Users, he had a gold coloured Range Rover, he could have soon nipped across to Brynsiencyn.

A Celia Lucas wrote a book called ‘Living Hell’ but I don’t know whether that was the Celia Lucas who was married to Skidmore.

What Skidmore’s ranting re the BBC was all about I don’t know – it could have been a publicity stunt in the way that people like the Pythons and Spike Milligan insulted the BBC while making a very good living from it.
The other person whom I knew who maintained that the BBC had done dreadful things to him was a quarryman from Llanberis with whom I made friends in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, Peter Webb. Peter was just denounced as a nutter by the Angels and declared to have paranoid schizophrenia, but that was said about everyone in Denbigh. I got to know Peter quite well, because he taught me a bit of Welsh and history of the slate industry. He was not a stupid man and like everyone in Denbigh, he was held there illegally. He had been detained – again illegally – some months previously, which had led to him losing the tenancy of his council house. When Peter finally got out, he returned to Llanberis and, being destitute, he slept in a derelict building. He was picked up by the North Wales Police immediately, charged with ‘breaking into’ the derelict building and taken straight back to the North Wales Hospital. This was a typical Everyday Story Of Denbigh Folk – unlawfully detained long enough until they had lost their jobs and homes, released without a penny and with no aftercare and then immediately arrested and sectioned after arrest for a trivial – or non-existent – offence, relating to either their destitution or attempts to pursue a complaint about the unlawful detention. The diagnoses of people detained in Denbigh were meaningless. Everyone was held there unlawfully after pissing off the paedophile gang or their associates.
Peter repeatedly told me that the BBC ‘came into my house’ and that they had colluded with Dafydd to cause him problems. Like me, his response to the Angels and Top Docs was ‘you have grossly and unlawfully interfered in my life, I have no interest in you and I don’t want to know’.
Some months ago I read a couple of books about the history of BBC Wales, but I didn’t have time to blog about them. Again and again I noticed people who knew Dafydd et al and who had begun their careers in Wales who later hit the big time in the ‘main’ BBC. I have blogged about the paedophiles’ friend Huw Wheldon who went to Friars School in Bangor, retained close links with UCNW (Bangor University), sat on the University Council and ended up as an incredibly influential person in the BBC (see previous posts), alleged to exert as much influence as some of the Director Generals. Then there was Elwyn Parry Jones from Llangollen, who became a significant figure in BBC current affairs in the 1970s and 80s. Parry Jones became Deputy Editor of ‘Panorama’, 1977-85 and also produced ‘Rough Justice’. So that’s why we never saw a programme about any of the many whom Dafydd et al fitted up then.
During his career, Parry Jones travelled the world and palled up with Rupert Murdoch. After his divorce in 1978, one of his girlfriends was newsreader Anna Ford and another girlfriend introduced him to Silvio Berlusconi. Parry Jones left the BBC in 1986, after a dispute with the Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane. Who was the man who so effectively assisted well-connected paedophiles. Parry Jones returned to north Wales and set up an independent production company, making films for S4C. He lived with his Czech girlfriend on their small holding in Trevor. Which is just down the road from where so many kids in a number of different children’s homes were being raped, battered and sold for sex. Parry Jones never mentioned any of it in any broadcast. He died in 2013, after Operation Pallial was launched.
 Then there were all the colleagues of Wheldon and Parry Jones, legions of them. And of course their children who followed their parents into the media. No wonder the only programmes about the horrors of north Wales that we ever saw on TV were free plugs for Dafydd in his capacity as an ‘expert’ on the Kane Debates or Kilroy or such like.
The biggest mate in the BBC that Dafydd et al had was of course Sir Robin Day.
My post ‘Dates For Your Diary’ detailed the rise to stardom of Top Doc’s wife Vanessa Feltz just as the Top Docs and paedophiles’ friends of north Wales needed assistance. I have previously mentioned other people linked with the paedophiles’ friends who achieved stardom in the wake of people going public about Dafydd’s activities.
‘Ooh there’s a lovely little cherub who sings in Bangor Cathedral and he has the voice of an Angel. His name is Aled Jones and he looks sweet and sings in Welsh and has been given a recording contract by Dafydd Iwan’s company SAIN. It is time that the BBC made him a star’. Translate as: ‘Oh SHIT, a young woman from Llandegfan has caught Gwynne the lobotomist forging documents after she complained about him, she won’t keep quiet and now her friends are backing her up. PAEDOPHILES IN DISTRESS, ASSISTANCE, ASSISTANCE. Call for that choirboy who goes to school with D.G.E. Wood’s children and lives just down the road from him. Dafydd Wigley – tell your wife to get that harp out, all hands to the pump. Get in a supply of Welsh cakes and Bara Brith and tell the kids to hide their mari-jew-ana, we’ve got the cameras coming round.’

Then there was, in April 1986, in the wake of Brown and me – as well as a few others – complaining about Gwynne the lobotomist and other Top Docs, the appearance on Welsh news of the paedophiles’ friend Prof J.B. Owen from the Agri Dept at UCNW, sharing his wisdom about Chernobyl, a subject on which he very obviously knew nothing. The appearance of this sheep farmer from Anglesey spouting bullshit caused massive embarrassment to the University, but of course, no-one mentioned anything to J.B. Owen. Meri Huws caused a similar degree of excruciating embarrassment years later by a TV appearance, but as ever it was a case of ‘I’m a paedophiles’ friend and you can’t get me’.

Hush Hush, Whisper Who Dares, Bangor University Are Saying Their Prayers. Because another paedophiles’ friend has appeared on TV again and has made the institution a laughing stock.

 

I have previously mentioned that people known to me in Somerset were paid a great deal of money for several years from approximately 1991 to lie about me and not ask any questions if I was found dead or imprisoned (see post ‘The Village’). Not only that, but one of them began appearing on reality shows and even starred with celebs on some occasions. I’d love to know how – he had no education, no expertise and no TV experience. But he was mates with some of the idle rich offspring of some leading Tories of the time, including Robert Leigh-Pemberton, the Governor of the Bank of England. Leigh-Pemberton was a member of the John Major’s ‘team’ who had caused the financial crash on Black Wednesday, 16 Sept 1992 (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’). Leigh-Pemberton was also a member of Major’s ‘team’ who were charged with dealing with the aftermath and containing the disaster. They couldn’t, the whole bloody lot of them were clueless.

 

One of the Somerset contingent knew their constituency MP Tom King very well. King was elected as the Tory MP for Bridgwater in 1970. Among his positions, he was Secretary of State for Employment, Oct 1983-Sept 1985. For the entire time that King was in that role, Sir Peter Morrison was Minister for Employment.

Here’s a coincidence. Morrison was appointed Minister for Employment on 13 June 1983, when Norman Tebbit was Employment Secretary. That role was then transferred to King on 16 Oct 1983. It was during the summer of 1983 that I became so ill that Brown had to look after me and do very little else. He approached D.GE. Wood, the GP in the UCNW Student Health Centre, for advice repeatedly but Wood would not give any advice. Instead Wood told Brown to leave me and ‘get on with your own life’. Neither was Wood willing to give me any appropriate or effective treatment. By this time, Brown had received murder threats – D.G.E. Wood knew about this as did tutors in UCNW, because I told them. It was ignored and the man who made the threats later tracked Brown down and tried to kill him. So after all these events, Tom King, a man personally known to Tories in Somerset who knew Brown and me, was moved from his job as Secretary of State for Transport, to the Secretary of the Dept in which a Minister was a member of the paedophile gang which D.G.E. Wood was facilitating.

On 3 Sept 1985 – by which time Brown and I had begun to get very concerned about the mental health services in north Wales and had already been repeatedly threatened after we made formal complaints about Gwynne the lobotomist – Tom King was appointed Secretary of State for N Ireland. In which capacity he concealed the paedophile ring at Kincora Boys’ Home in Belfast, which had links to Dafydd and the gang. Meanwhile, Morrison was Minister of State for the DTI, 2 Sept 1985-10 Sept 1986, under Secretary of State Leon Brittan. Brittan has constantly been at the centre of allegations that he abused children and he definitely concealed the organised abuse of children, as well as the criminality in north Wales when he was Home Secretary, 11 June 1983-2 Sept 1985.

From 10 Sept 1986-11 June 1987, Morrison was Deputy Chairman of the Tory Party. Tebbit was Chairman, 2 Sept 1985-13 June 1987. By which time havoc was breaking out in north Wales and my friends had started to come under attack, Anne being killed in the spring of 1986.

 

Here’s a man who considered gay relationships between consenting adults wholly unacceptable:

 

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Peter Morrison was Minister of State for Energy, 11 June 1987-23 July 1990, under Secretaries of State Cecil Parkinson and John Wakeham (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). Between 23 July -28 Nov 1990, Morrison was Thatcher’s PPS and he organised her failed leadership campaign before the Tories gave her the boot. Weeks later, St George’s, the BBC and the RTS gave me and my friends the boot, all unlawfully.

On 24 July 1989, Tom King was appointed Secretary of State for Defence, a post he retained until 11 April 1992. Days later, the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by the firebomb in Brighton (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). By this time, those known to me in Somerset had found themselves in receipt of a great deal of money.

Between 1994-01 King served as Chairman of the Intelligence and Security Select Committee. King was in the post throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry and at the time of the publication of the Waterhouse Report. When the fuss had died down in 2001, King was a given a peerage.

I met Tom King. When I was 10! He shook my hand whilst wearing his blue Vote for Tom King rosette. I met many other Somerset Tories but not old Tom again, because Tom didn’t have much time for Bridgwater, so he didn’t condescend to go there very often. You didn’t tell me that associates of your Gov’t were going to try to kill or imprison me when I grew up Tom and then pay your supporters to keep quiet when the dirty deed had been completed!

 

David Cameron made use of Tom’s talents by appointing King as Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party’s Policy Group on National and International Security, which Cameron set up in 2006.

 

 

In June 1983, an unknown female journalist was propelled to stardom in a Venessa Feltz-like way, was soon the centre of numerous tabloid stories and became the Queen of daytime TV – Anne Diamond. The ‘Bridgwater Mercury’ went into overdrive, because Anne Diamond had worked for them back in the mid-1970s. No-one could explain why the talent that was Diamond had been plucked from the many hundreds of other bland, banal young female journos to sit on a sofa smiling vacuously.

Diamond began her television career with BBC West in Bristol, before moving over to ATV Today as a reporter and newsreader in 1979. When ATV became Central Television in 1982, she was paired up with Nick Owen, to present the new East Midlands edition of Central News. 

The launch of the Nottingham-based service was initially delayed for a month, but then extended indefinitely. With no end in sight to the dispute, Diamond left ITN before rejoining the BBC, becoming a reporter on the nightly programme ‘Nationwide’, along with being a presenter on BBC News After Noon.

On Monday 6 June 1983, Diamond joined TV-am, owned and run by Tories Jonathan and Tim Aitken. Greg Dyke, the newly appointed programme director, spoke with Nick Owen about replacements for sacked presenters Anna Ford and Angela Rippon. Owen suggested Diamond and later that evening they met in a pub. Six weeks later Diamond joined the station.

Nick Owen went to Leeds University and graduated in 1970. His first job was as a graduate trainee on the Doncaster Evening PostAfter two years Owen moved to a job at the ‘Birmingham Evening Post’, where he reported local news. He started working for the BBC’s local radio station Radio Birmingham in 1973, as a news producer and later as Sports Editor. So Nick Owen has known about the paedophile gangs in Yorkshire and the West Midlands for a long time. Nick will have known about the corruption in the West Midlands Serious Crime Squad, that kids in care from the West Midlands were being sent to the children’s homes in north Wales and were being abused in Birmingham as well. He’ll have known about Dafydd’s mate Professor Robert Bluglass and the wrongdoing in the NHS In Birmingham. It was known that the ‘Birmingham Evening Mail’, the sister paper of the ‘Birmingham Evening Post’, would not report bad news NHS stories because it was dependent upon maintaining a good relationship with the Top Docs for its survival. The ‘Birmingham Evening Mail’ found itself compromised in lots of other ways as well.

The man who tried to kill Brown grew up in Birmingham and lived in Birmingham. By the time that he tried to kill Brown, he had beaten up and nearly killed an old man who lived in the flat above him. He was charged, but acquitted. His defence claimed that the old man had dementia and that his injuries were self-inflicted. The West Midlands Police were of the opinion that the elderly man’s assailant presented a considerable danger to the public.

 

Diamond left TV-am in 1990, to work full-time on TV Weekly, first produced by TVS and later by Topical Television, which she had presented since 1989. The programme looked behind the scenes of various television programmes and interviewed various personalities from in front and behind the camera. Diamond was rejoined with Nick Owen to present the BBC daytime show ‘Good Morning With Anne And Nick’, which ran four years, 1992-96.

In the late 1990s Diamond presented the breakfast show on the London radio station LBC. LBC also gave David Mellor a home.

Diamond married Mike Hollingsworth, a TV exec, in 1989. There was much fuss before the wedding, because Hollingsworth was married to someone else when he began his relationship with Diamond. The other Glendas really didn’t like Anne Diamond, she was constantly the centre of tabloid stories and they really went to town re Hollingsworth.

Anne and Mike had five sons, one of whom died of SIDS – cot death – in July 1991. The couple subsequently divorced in 1999.

Diamond became involved in raising awareness of SIDS after her son, Sebastian, died from the syndrome. She fronted ‘Back to Sleep’, a campaign telling parents to ensure that babies slept on their backs. I always wondered how Diamond got away with running that campaign and why she wasn’t crucified by the Top Docs. There was evidence that babies were more likely to die if placed on their bellies – but hospitals, NHS and private, until Diamond’s campaign, TOLD new mothers to place babies on their bellies to sleep, because they believed that it was safer. At the time, if you walked into a post-natal ward, all the babies would be lying there, very carefully placed on their bellies. The Top Docs’ advice had contributed to SIDS deaths. I was gobsmacked that they didn’t go after Diamond, because IF she was correct, she had exposed massive clinical failure. The Top Docs didn’t fight back and they didn’t fight her. Most unusually for Top Docs they shut their mouths and Anne lapped up the praise. Yet there was no class action on behalf of parents who had lost their babies after following the Top Docs’ deadly orders.

But then people involved with MIND at senior levels all did very well for themselves; they also knew that Dafydd et al were running a paedophile gang with connections to the highest in the land.

Diamond was awarded the Gold Medal of the Royal College of Paediatrics and Child Heath, the only time it has ever been awarded to a non-medic. You bet that they gave her a medal, they’d have given her anything to keep her mouth shut.

I wonder why they tried to kill me  and my friends instead of giving us medals?

Perhaps agents of the Top Docs did sting Diamond, because her career went very flat for a while and she was mightily mocked by the amassed Glendas for being washed up. Anne subsequently enjoyed a bit of a comeback. At about the time of oooh, Operation Pallial wasn’t it Anne?

On 28 November 2011 Diamond gave evidence at the Leveson Inquiry into the culture, practice and ethics of the press. She gave detailed accounts of intrusion by journalists into her life and her dealings with tabloid newspapers. I’m sure that it wasn’t pleasant Anne, but try being the target of the sex trafficking gang about whose activities you remained silent and made a mint out of.

 

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Being a West Country journo in the 1970s, Anne would have known the truth behind the Jeremy Thorpe scandal. She and Nick Owen would also have known about Greville Janner and his associates from their stint as journos in the east midlands.

 

In 2007 the Torygraph ran a story in which Hollingsworth’s partner – a woman much younger than him – alleged that he had been seriously violent towards her. At the time, Hollingsworth was working for Cancer Research UK.

 

Lord Max Beloff was one of the founders of the University of Buckingham, which was strongly associated with Thatcher (see previous posts). Max Beloff was also a friend of Ioan Bowen Rees, who was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, 1980-91. Bowen Rees was an adviser to Dafydd Wigley, the MP for Caernarfon, 1974-2001. Lord Max’s son Michael Beloff QC was Cherie’s friend and colleague and was the legal adviser to Clwyd County Council’s insurers. It was on Beloff’s advice that Clwyd County Council kept the contents of the 1996 Jillings Report into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council completely secret (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’).

Michael Beloff and Cherie know Michael Mansfield QC, whom I wrote to about Gwynedd Social Services in 1993. Mansfield lived in Wandsworth, just down the road from St George’s Hospital Medical School, along with many of the staff of that institution. The Top Docs at St George’s were colluding with organised child abuse in collaboration with Wandsworth Social Services, who were directly in contact with Lucille Hughes, Director of Gwynedd Social Services. Donald Naismith, the Director of Education for Wandsworth, was known to be a paedophile who was abusing boys in care in the Elm Guest House at Barnes, Richmond-upon-Thames. Louis Minster was Director of Social Services for Richmond-upon-Thames and was also known to be abusing boys in care. The police were concerned that the Elm Guest House was being used as a brothel with boys in care being sold for sex there, so a raid was organised. One boy in care was found in the Elm Guest House at the time of the raid but no charges were brought. It was discovered that Louis Minster has been told in advance about the raid, on the grounds that he was Director of Social Services, rather than that he was a suspect. See post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’.

Dr Alice Levinson, a Top Doctor employed at St George’s/Springfield who was one of those who colluded with Dafydd and the gang in 1990-91, runs a private psychotherapy practice at Richmond-Upon-Thames (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’).

In 1986 the Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s, Oliver Brooke, was jailed for the possession of child porn and procuring an indecent image of a 14 yr old girl. Brooke was a key figure in a pan-European paedophile ring, but was nevertheless let out of prison on appeal by Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane in 1987. It was Geoffrey Lane who would have been responsible for changing the presiding judge and the court when Gwynedd Social Services tried to have me imprisoned in July 1990 on the basis of the perjury of Jackie Brandt, Keith Fearns, Bob Ingham and Maggie Fookes, employees of Gwynedd Social Services and Gwynedd Health Authority. My barrister was not told of the change of court and judge, although documents in my possession show that Gwynedd County Council knew days in advance. The perjurers of Gwynedd received handwritten instructions explaining this to them, giving them directions to the correct court and were told to introduce themselves to the clerk of the court at least 20 mins before the trial, where they would be given instructions. They were told to ‘familiarise themselves with the affidavits’. Which suggests that they hadn’t seen them before, although they were alleged to have written and sworn them previously. See post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’.

My documents show that one of those lawyers who helped prepare the evidence against me at that time was a Frances Jones. Frances Jones still practices in north Wales. I was told that she is very, very good and is the lawyer of choice for the crooks of north Wales. Before I left Bangor University, I was attending the memorial service for a member of staff who had died and I heard a bunch of paedophiles’ friends who were sitting behind me throwing around allegations about the Vice Chancellor. Frances Jones was one of them. I recognised Frances because she had attended the police station to help me after I had been wrongfully arrested by the paedophiles’ friends just months before. Frances got me out of the police station for which I was very grateful. But I heard no more after I was released. I’m fairly sure that if one of Frances’s other clients had been wrongfully arrested after a conspiracy between the Top Docs, NHS managers and the North Wales Police, there would have been questions asked.

 

In November 1985, a group of men led by paedophile Sidney Cooke each paid £5 to gang-rape 14-year-old Jason Swift in what the media described as a homosexual orgy. After Jason’s body was found in a shallow grave by a dog walker, an investigation by the Met led to the arrest of Cooke, along with three accomplices – Leslie Bailey, Robert Oliver and Steven Barrell. Cooke was sentenced at the Old Bailey to 19 years in Wandsworth Prison in May 1989 for the manslaughter of Swift. The Top Docs of St George’s who colluded with Dafydd et al in 1990-91 (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’) had doings with Wandsworth Prison in their capacity as ‘expert witnesses’.

Bailey had informed authorities that Cooke was among those who murdered 7-year-old Mark Tildesley in Wokingham, who disappeared while visiting a funfair in Wokingham on the evening of 1 June 1984. Bailey alleged that Tildesley was lured away from the fair by Cooke for the promise of a 50p bag of sweets. His bicycle was found chained to railings nearby. Cooke’s role in the murder was not investigated until 1999; by this time, Bailey was dead, having been murdered in prison in October 1993. In 1991, the CPS declined to prosecute Cooke for Tildesley’s murder as he was already in prison for the manslaughter of Swift. Cooke has indicated he knows where Tildesley’s body is buried, but refuses to tell the police, or the boy’s family, the exact location.

Cooke’s sentence for the murder of Swift was reduced to 16 years on appeal in 1989 and he was paroled nine years later in April 1998. He told an appeals court that Bailey was the ringleader of the gang, who are believed to have killed at least nine victims. Cooke’s parole caused huge public outrage. This was exacerbated by a plan to move him to a hostel near two schools and Cooke himself admitted that he might re-offend; while in prison, he refused to take part in rehabilitation sessions. Police refused to disclose the location where he was to be moved, smuggling him out of jail to avoid a vigil for his victims.

At one point it was revealed that Cooke had been housed near Yeovil in Somerset. The constituency MP for Yeovil, 1983-01, was Lib Dem Paddy Ashdown. Paddy knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles and other organised child sexual abuse, including the offences committed by Cyril Smith. Paddy knew about Jeremy Thorpe and probably Clement Freud as well. Paddy held negotiations with the paedophiles’ friends from other parties on a number of occasions regarding matters such as possible coalitions to form a Gov’t, Europe and the passing of budgets.

Following an investigation by the Channel 4 documentary programme ‘Dispatches’, Thames Valley Police began the reinvestigation of a series of rape and other serious sexual offences against young boys. On 26 January 1999, Cooke was again arrested by Thames Valley Police and charged at Reading Police Station with committing 18 sex offences which occurred between 1972 and 1981. Many of the offences had come to public attention after they were disclosed in the Channel 4 documentary.

At his trial on 5 October 1999, Cooke pleaded guilty to sexually abusing two brothers on ten occasions in 1972 and 1973. He admitted to having carried out five counts of indecent assault and five counts of buggery but denied the remaining eight charges, which were four counts of rape, three further counts of indecent assault, and one of buggery, that occurred in 1981. These were abandoned by the judge, who ordered them to lie on file. Following Cooke’s sentencing, NSPCC director Jim Harding said:

I would take Jim Harding’s outrage and concern a little more seriously if I did not know that the NSPCC colluded with child abuse for years, as did the police and judiciary. Furthermore, the security services recorded that abuse and placed targets under surveillance as long ago as the late 1970s. None of the targets were warned. Some of them were subsequently murdered.

On 17 December 1999, Cooke received two life sentences and the judge told Cooke that he would only be considered for release after he had served a five-year prison sentence.

 

Nicholas van Hoogstraten was jailed as a young man in 1968 for paying a gang to attack a business rival. In 2002 Hoogstraten was jailed for 10 years for the manslaughter of a business associate. The verdict was overturned on appeal, but in 2005 he was ordered to pay the dead man’s family £6 million in a civil case. Hoogstraten is estimated to be worth about £500 million.

Some years ago Hoogstraten was investigated for tax evasion. His trial was abandoned when it was discovered that there was a plan to assassinate the presiding judge. The risk to the judge was considered too high to be taken. Hoogstraten subsequently went to live in Zimbabwe – he was a mate of Robert Mugabe.

In 1988 Hoogstraten was a guest on Channel 4’s ‘After Dark’ chat show. SO fascinating – do you know, he’s a real live gangster??? Of course he only kills the little people. And I was told by an Angel that they were known to be dangerous. They’d been Assessed. Are we all going to the 70th anniversary of the NHS then? Ah, they’re wonderful really aren’t they, you can’t complain!

 

‘Be ye ever so high, the law is above you’. Although there are exceptions of course.

 

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The Crème de la Crème

It is clear that from the very inception of the NHS bad attitudes towards, as well as the neglect and even abuse of, certain groups of people were tolerated within the service, even by those who have been written into history as moving mountains in their efforts to establish the NHS as a result of their desire to see the poor and disadvantaged receive heath care. The politician who achieved hero status as a result of his work regarding the creation of the NHS was of course Nye Bevan, but there is someone else whose name is not well known outside medical and history circles whose reputation stands upon the towering achievement that is the NHS. That man is Sir George Godber.

Sir George Godber was a Top Doctor and civil servant who worked with both William Beveridge and Nye Bevan to establish the NHS and then was Chief Medical Officer, 1960-73. When Godber died in 2009 ‘The Guardians’ obituary described him as a ‘medical lay saint’. No-one seemed to have a bad word to say about Godber, absolutely no-one.

George Godber was born in 1908, went to Bedford Modern School and then read medicine at that educator of so many of the paedophiles’ friends, New College, Oxford (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’). Godber trained at the London Hospital and London School of Hygiene, qualifying in 1933. We are told that it was Godber’s experience of working on a casualty ward in a municipal hospital in the London Docklands after qualifying where he encountered seriously ill people who were too poor to afford a doctor but too proud to ask for charity that convinced him that a state-funded health service was necessary.

Godber entered public health medicine as a route into the Ministry of Health. He worked as a county medical officer in Surrey and then joined the Ministry of Health as a medical officer in 1939. He was involved in providing health care services during WWII and organised maternity services in the suburbs for evacuees from inner cities. In 1942 with the publication of the Beveridge Report, Godber was part of the team which prepared the ‘Domesday Book’ survey of British hospitals, personally visiting 300 establishments in Yorkshire and the north midlands.

In 1950 George Godber became Deputy Chief Medical Officer at the Ministry of Health and in 1960 he was appointed Chief Medical Officer at the succeeding dept, the DHSS. He remained as CMO until his retirement in 1973. Godber led a very active retirement – he lived to the age of 100, was driving until he was 97 and didn’t experience serious health problems even in old age. He was Chair of the Health Education Council, 1977-78 and seems to have socialised, given interviews, reflected on the past of the NHS and taken a keen interest in developments and plans. It is highly likely that Godber would have been called on informally for help and advice long after his retirement.

So that’s the bare bones of Godber’s career.

Godber was at the helm whilst Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and Dr T. Gwynne Williams at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh illegally imprisoned, lobotomised, shocked and drugged the victims of the paedophile gang as well as people who were gay along with unmarried pregnant women – and in at least one case that I know of, a pregnant woman who was married but who had left her husband against her mother’s wishes. Godber was in post when people in the ‘care’ of Dafydd and Gwynne died under questionable circumstances which went uninvestigated, when they ‘disappeared’ ‘within the system’ after what was supposed to be a brief stay in hospital, when they remained in the hospital for decades for no explicable reason and when they were transferred to high security hospitals and prisons on the ‘evidence’ of people who had demonstrably lied in other cases. Godber was CMO during all those years when the physical and sexual abuse of patients at Denbigh was openly discussed. He was CMO in the 1960s when Dafydd was named in ‘The Times’ after he discharged many seriously ill patients into ‘community care’, only for them to be later discovered in unsuitable accommodation along the north Wales coast, uncared for and in some cases starving and covered in lice. At this time Dafydd was a leading light in MIND, promoting community care.

Godber was also CMO when the Top Doctors of north Wales flatly refused to provide abortion services after the 1967 Abortion Act, thus leading to the St David’s laundry of Bangor (see post ‘Every Sperm In Sacred – Particularly In Scotland’).

Godber’s responsibilities weren’t just to the DHSS. His role as CMO also spanned the Home Office and the Dept of Education and Science and thus included responsibility for approved schools, remand centres, high security hospitals, prisons and other educational institutions. Such establishments were also under the control of Dafydd, Gwynne, the paedophiles and their friends eg. Axwell Park Approved School Gateshead, Bryn Estyn, Risley Remand Centre, Broadmoor, Park Lane/Moss Side/Ashworth.

Did George Godber perhaps not know what was going on? Well it would have been difficult for him to have missed the article about Denbigh in ‘The Times’ – it caused a very great hoo ha, it was considered a major scandal, particularly when it was revealed that no-one, not even the patients themselves, knew that they were going to be transferred ‘into the community’. The story is that one day a number of coaches turned up at the hospital, the patients were loaded up and off they went. The patients who were transported and left to die seem to have been very vulnerable, frail, chronically ill patients. No doubt Dafydd and Gwynne kept the young attractive ones banged up to continue to provide sexual services to the staff and they won’t have dared let out any of the victims of the paedophile gang.

There’s another reason why Godber would have known just how bad Denbigh was. Because in the early 1960s the Health Minister Enoch Powell visited the North Wales Hospital himself. Dafydd and Gwynne’s work was proudly on display and Powell was so appalled at what he saw that he told the reception committee that he would not allow them to do this to people. When he returned to London Powell immediately proposed the closure of all the long stay psychiatric hospitals and made his famous ‘Water Towers’ speech.

When I found out about all this I was certainly intrigued. Not only because dear old Gwynne and Dafydd had impressed Enoch Powell so deeply with their expertise, but by the fact that they had actually invited him in the first place – well they were both crackers, I can only presume that they had spent so many years telling their lies about the wonderful facilities and care on offer at Denbigh that the mad old buggers had come to believe it themselves – and because Denbigh DIDN’T close. Not until 1995. Enoch Powell, a robust man with a big cult following, had been horrified, had determined to put a stop to Dafydd and Gwynne’s activities, had made a speech and ordered a policy change, but bugger all happened. Furthermore, Powell’s interest in the matter stopped. Completely. I contacted the archive at Cambridge University which holds Powell’s papers because I wanted to go through them and read everything relating to Denbigh, but guess what? There are NO references to Denbigh in the Powell papers.

Powell is someone who tore the Tory Party apart over the issue of race, he inspired dockers to march in protest over immigration and when he really wanted to kick the Tories in the knackers he defected to the Ulster Unionist Party. He also regularly confronted Tory grandees like Heseltine on the TV and told them that their policy with regard to the nuclear deterrent was ‘stupid’. Powell was very effective indeed at causing the maximum trouble on issues over which he felt strongly. Yet something had silenced him after he announced his intention to put a stop to Dafydd and Gwynne’s reign of terror – and references to his desire to do this have not been recorded.

Powell never spoke about Denbigh again but he did talk about his time as Health Minister, between 1960-63. He observed that ‘The unnerving discovery every Minister of Health makes at or near the outset of his term of office is that the only subject he is ever destined to discuss with the medical profession is money’. So he wasn’t destined to discuss the abuses of two maniacs in north Wales who were facilitating a paedophile ring.

‘The Daily Telegraph’ obituary of Godber mentioned that Enoch Powell had described Godber as his ‘bodyguard and lightening conductor’.

The Torygraph also explains that Godber ‘helped found and plan the NHS’, had ‘played a leading role in shaping it over its first 35 years’ and that between 1960-73 Godber ‘wielded immense influence as CMO in the Department of Health and Social Security’.

Could Dafydd and Gwynne’s continued survival and gross abuses after the visit from Mr Powell possibly have been down to Sir George Godber?

So what else did Godber’s obituaries say about him? Well they retold the entertaining Top Doctoresque anecdotes that were Godber’s favourites. Godber enjoyed telling people that minutes after the NHS was established in 1948, he was on duty at the Ministry when he received an SOS from a GP who was requesting leeches. Godber thought that this was a hoax, but it transpired not to be – it really was a GP after leeches, to treat an eye injury sustained by the US ambassador. The leech has made an experimental comeback recently under certain circumstances. However leeches had rather gone out of fashion in 1948 and Godber knew that. Nevertheless, the T. Gwynne Williams of general practice had obviously been summoned in an emergency and had called for leeches – which Godber had supplied. We are also told that later in life Godber used to reminisce about newspaper coverage concerning the waste of NHS resources, such as stories that people were asking for cotton wool on prescription and then using it to stuff their cushions or asking for ambulances to take them shopping. Godber’s favourite story was that of the bald prisoner who had persuaded a psychiatrist that he needed a wig – only to escape using his new disguise.

Godber did not reveal that in north Wales there was a crumbling huge asylum costing a fortune to run and employing hundreds of staff which was used as the personal prison of two men who were facilitating a paedophile ring. Neither did he mention the ambulances which were summoned in the dead of night to deliver people who had been arrested unlawfully to the asylum under cover of darkness. Nor did he mention the legal expense incurred as patients who dared complain were dragged through the courts repeatedly on trumped up charges. Godber knew of much more serious abuses of NHS resources than people making cushions, going shopping or indeed escaping prisoners – if indeed any of those things ever did happen.

There is firm evidence that Godber knew that all was not well in the NHS. He implemented the proposal for the confidential inquiry into maternal deaths in 1952. OK – so mothers were dying at a rate that alarmed even this complacent old fart, so he set up a CONFIDENTIAL inquiry. That is, one that the mothers who might be at risk of dying knew nothing about. This inquiry was then used as a model for later confidential inquiries into deaths associated with analgesia and surgical operations. So the Top Doctors were killing people under anaesthetic on the operating table as well but that was kept quiet too. Could there possibly have been a confidential inquiry into Dafydd and Gwynne that no-one knew anything about on Godber’s watch? It wouldn’t surprise me – a MIND worker who didn’t realise that he was talking to a service user with a brain fessed up to me in 1987 that there had been a big investigation into the mental health services in north Wales, that ‘one man had everything sewn up for himself’ and that ‘it was something to do with Freemasonry’. Yes, that was Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends that the man from MIND was talking about. It was something to do with organised crime involving some of Thatcher’s friends as well.

One of Godber’s obituaries tells us that ‘one of [his] strongest publicity campaigns was against promiscuity, venereal disease and unwanted pregnancy’ but that after his retirement Godber admitted ‘limited success’ in this area, because no-one had a clear idea how to teach young people about sex. No-one rescued them from the clutches of a paedophile gang either and they put a stop to Enoch Powell when he wanted to shut down the prison that the paedophiles were using to incarcerate their victims.

Sir Douglas Black claimed that Godber ‘saw and pursued his duty in promoting the rights of others’. Unless they’d been illegally incarcerated by a paedophile gang obviously. Sir Douglas Black played a key role in the development of the NHS himself. In 1974 he became the first Chief Scientist at the DHSS. He was President of the Royal College of Physicians, 1977-83 and President of the BMA. He was commissioned by Jim Callaghan’s Gov’t to lead an investigation into inequalities – the resulting publication, the Black Report, made Thatch very angry.

Fifty years after the creation of the NHS Godber was quoted as saying that ‘we need to provide the most we can for the most people, not everything for the privileged few’. Presumably this only applies once an exception has been made for the salaries of the Top Doctors and the writing off of huge swathes of people who aren’t considered worthy of their very precious time.

On the 60th anniversary of the NHS – 2008 – the BMJ reported that Godber was too frail to attend the anniversary service at Westminster Abbey. I remember the 60th anniversary of the NHS very well. I was still living in north Wales then and the threats and harassment towards me on the part of the paedophiles’ friends had become very public and well-known locally. I phoned the A&E Dept at Ysbyty Gwynedd for advice and help on that evening. I didn’t dare actually go to hospital in person because the last time that I had done that I had been threatened by two male nurses, refused treatment, accused of abusing the staff and the police were called to throw me out. CCTV had recorded the whole scene so my lawyer subsequently requested release of the footage. The Chief Exec of the North West Wales NHS Trust, Martin Jones, admitted destroying the footage – AFTER the Trust had received my complaint. So on the 60th anniversary I rang in order to avoid further attempts to arrest me. Stephen Gallagher, the senior nurse who had previously refused to treat me and made fallacious allegations about me to the police, slammed the phone down on me. I rang back and he slammed it down again. A friend of mine and her husband rang Gallagher and expressed concern about his conduct. They were insulted by him. My friend then told Gallagher that she worked in the hospital herself and she would be making a complaint about him – he responded by making threats to her career. She told him that she had lost her daughter to suicide which is why she took such a dim view of someone with a mood disorder being denied treatment. Gallagher told her to stop being ‘manipulative’. When my friend went into work the next day she was met by a posse of managers who interrogated her and told her that I was ‘using’ her to ‘get at’ the hospital managers. There was a flat denial from Martin Jones to my lawyer that I had ever been refused treatment. It transpired that Gallagher had previously been the subject of a complaint by a doctor and a note had been put on his staff file stating that his competence and integrity could not be relied upon. Another senior nurse involved in the first incident in which I was denied treatment was some years later arrested and charged after another member of staff witnessed him throw a patient in her 80s against a drinks machine and injure her. Then Gallagher found himself under the spotlight yet again after he was the last person to see a patient who was turned away from the A&E Dept without treatment and found dead in the Cathedral Gardens in Bangor hours later. See post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’ for the full details of these incidents.

Martin Jones is now Director of the Workforce at the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board.

BBC News Wales Online reported the other day that Gruff Rhys, the frontman of the rock group the Super Furry Animals, is planning to take part in a concert to celebrate the 70th anniversary of the NHS. Gruff Rhys is the son of Ioan Bowen Rees, who was Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council whilst it’s Social Services Dept hosted a paedophile ring, perjured themselves in order to frame complainants and ran the toxic Arfon Community Mental Health Team who neglected psychiatric patients so badly that some of them were living rough in the local villages and towns (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’) and were even found dead.

 

George Godber had a fellow civil service mandarin to assist him, Sir Bruce Fraser, who was appointed Permanent Secretary in the DHSS in 1960, when Powell became Health Minister and when Godber was appointed CMO. Fraser had been moved over from the Treasury and Godber’s obituary describes Fraser as therefore ‘not scarred by the experience of setting up the NHS’. Which says a lot about the pitched battle that was fought between the Top Doctors – in the form of the BMA – and the Labour Gov’t when the NHS was established. The BMA did not want the NHS at all and fought tooth and nail to stop it. Hence Nye Bevan’s now notorious method of persuading the Top Doctors to agree to accept the NHS – he would ‘stuff their mouths with gold’. The interests of the patients have never been foregrounded by the NHS – although I accept that there were many genuine people who did campaign for it – and an enormous degree of secrecy pervades every part of the NHS, particularly with regard to patient harm.

Bruce Fraser was born in 1910 and like Godber went to school in Bedford, but to a different school – Bedford School – and then studied at Trinity College, Cambridge. In 1933 he was appointed to the Scottish Office and then to the Treasury in 1936. He was briefly the Minister for Aviation in 1960 and then became the Permanent Secretary at the DHSS. Between 1964-65 Fraser worked in the Dept of Education and Science and then in the Ministry of Land and Resources, 1965-66. He was Comptroller and Auditor General, ie. the head of the Exchequer and Audit Dept (now the National Audit Office), 1966-71.

Sir Bruce Fraser co-authored a classic text for civil servants, ‘The Complete Plain Words’ with Sir Ernest Gower. This was a guide as to how to teach officials and others to write clearly and it was published by HMSO. HMSO did of course produce the guidelines for Gov’t Depts such as the DHSS. When I first began experiencing problems with the mental health services in north Wales I requested a copy of my medical records – by then I had been lied to, lied about, repeatedly threatened and my records had also been crudely doctored (so to speak) after I had complained about Gwynne the lobotomist. I was told that it was illegal for me to access my records – I knew that this was nonsense, so in the end I called at the office of the pen pusher who was at the time Mr Big Pen Pusher in Gwynedd Health Authority, Bernard Rhodes. I had acquired a publication from HMSO in which the guidelines re patient access to medical records was set out. Bernard started lying to me again – he had already done so by letter – so I quoted out of the HMSO publication. Bernard yelled at me that perhaps I’d like to have a conversation with HMSO then – HMSO wrote the publication from which I was quoting for Bernard’s guidance, so there’d be no point in me conversing with HMSO, it wasn’t them that were lying to me. I yelled at Bernard that the NHS was there for the sake of the patients not the doctors. At this point Bernard lost it completely, yelled ‘NO NO NO’ and threw me out of his office (see post ‘Former NHS Managers Of Notoriety Now Keeping A Low(er) Profile’). I now have a copy of a letter that Bernard wrote and cc’d to a number of people after that meeting which stated that ‘the less said to this young lady the better’. Presumably because I had caught them lying and breaking the law. I didn’t realise at the time that the mental health services were facilitating a paedophile ring, participating in serious criminal activities and had been doing so for decades. But Sir Bruce Fraser the man who wrote the guide for officials published by HMSO knew that they were, as did many other people. No-one took any action to stop them.

 

Earlier today I watched a 1968 episode of ‘Tomorrow’s World’ which featured a few Top Doctors from Godber’s time as CMO – he will have personally known some of them. BBC News Online made the clip available on their website because it has just been the anniversary of Christiaan Barnard performing the first human to human heart transplant – Barnard faced a great deal of opposition from the Top Doctors at the time and ‘Tomorrow’s World’ screened a question and answer session between Barnard and other Top Doctors following the transplant.

In 1968 Dafydd and Gwynne were in their heyday and many, many people in the UK medical establishment and in Gov’t knew just how serious their wrongdoing was. As with authorities who are now being faced with evidence of organised child abuse which they ignored, when the Top Doctors are faced with their wrongdoing of yesteryear, the excuse of ‘ooh society saw things differently then’ tends to be trotted out. No – child molesting has never been acceptable which was why so many people worked so hard to conceal it and even went as far as killing the witnesses. ‘It was different in the 70s’ – well yes the clothes people wore were of a different style and attitudes to things like mixed race marriages and gay relationships were different, but I was alive and kicking in the 70s and at no time do I remember molesting children being considered an OK way to spend one’s time. Likewise no Top Doctor would have publicly endorsed facilitating a paedophile ring, trafficking psychiatric patients into prostitution and illegally imprisoning young women because they have complained about one’s mate’s highly improper behaviour towards them. Would they Dafydd? Or come to think of it neither they would they have endorsed perjury, hounding complainants AND their friends out of jobs, threatening them and then trying to bribe them when the threats didn’t work.

The Top Doctors knew exactly how they should have been conducting business and this is exemplified on the ‘Tomorrow’s World’ clip. Christiaan Barnard is accused of breaching confidentiality, of putting patients at risk, of seeking publicity and thus cheapening medicine and of misrepresenting the success of his surgery. The level of debate was excellent – the Top Doctors certainly knew what they should have been doing and because they were being filmed they did indeed do it, whilst they paid attention and sat up straight in their suits with their ties done up, with freshly applied Brylcreem and a side parting and horn-rimmed specs. Christiaan Barnard was not even running a paedophile gang, but the Top Docs gave him a real grilling.

However the Top Docs gave the game away. They were happy to converse and debate with each other even when they strongly disagreed, but unfortunately someone had let in someone else who was Not A Top Doctor  – one Malcolm Muggeridge. Muggeridge actually raised many very similar points to the Top Doctors but they weren’t going to take that from a bloody journalist. They were consistently rude to him using every technique in their repertoire to undermine him. Muggeridge insisted on completely disgracing himself and the Top Doctors did what they did to me on every occasion when I faced them with evidence of their criminal activities – they all joined forces and refused to answer Muggeridge’s question and they ordered Barnard to ‘ignore that question’ as well. So what had Muggeridge said which outraged the Top Doctors so much? He had asked whether Christiaan Barnard had carried out this very controversial surgery in cape Town in South Africa using a ‘coloured person’ as a donor because of the apartheid regime placing less value on the lives of certain citizens. Christ those Top Doctors did not like that. It was as if Muggeridge had accused them of running a paedophile ring. As I watched the Top Doctors sharply draw in their breath and harrumph away in disgust at Muggeridge daring to suggest such a thing, I remembered how many medical techniques had indeed been pioneered on black people – or on psychiatric patients of course – until everyone was convinced that the technique or treatment was safe. In 1968 black people in South Africa routinely experienced far poorer standards of healthcare than white people. Black and white people did not usually use the same hospitals or even share the same doctors. Furthermore the South African police had a habit of violently assaulting and even killing black people and the Top Doctors were not overly concerned about this. We doctors???? Discriminate against black people???? In apartheid South Africa??? How very dare you. Don’t answer that man.

We doctors??? Lie on your medical records??? Then alter them??? Then threaten you and ensure that you were sacked??? Then illegally imprison you and perjure ourselves in Court?? Then ensure that your friends who know what we did were sacked as well??? Dr Dafydd Alun Jones is having sex with patients??? You’re mad – how very dare you. No we will not communicate with you under any circumstances particularly now that you’re in possession of documents written by us in which we admit that we did everything of which you accused us and a great deal more besides.

The Top Docs don’t like admitting this but in the NHS black patients are far more likely to be sectioned, detained in locked wards and forcibly ‘medicated’. They are also more likely to be killed by staff ‘restraining’ them or to be tasered by the police to ‘calm them down’. This has been the case for many, many years although the Top Docs are of course committed to fighting discrimination and stigma. Not that they’ve ever discriminated against or stigmatised anyone in the first place.

Let’s have a look at some of those who featured on the ‘Tomorrow’s World’ programme who stopped speaking to Muggeridge – simply because he suggested a very real possibility – who were leading figures in medicine whilst Dafydd and Gwynne were being allowed to do whatever they felt like by George Godber.

Lord Robert Platt: Platt was a kidney specialist but is actually most well-known for his debate with George Pickering in the 1940s-50s regarding hypertension. Although Lord Platt was a central figure in the UK medical establishment, he wasn’t your typical Top Doctor and was considered frighteningly liberal. He was born in 1900 in Marylebone and his parents established and ran a co-educational boarding school in Derbyshire – his mother was one of the first women to become one of HM Inspectors of Schools. His uncle was a close friend of Keir Hardie and his cousin had been involved in the Spanish Civil War.

Platt studied medicine at Sheffield University and qualified in 1921. He worked as a physician at the Royal Infirmary Sheffield in the 1930s and built up an extensive private practice at the same time. The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows’ site explains that Platt became a ‘socialist’ during his war service. He resigned from the BMA in 1947 and never rejoined. Platt was an enthusiastic supporter of the NHS. He was awarded the Chair of Medicine at Manchester University in 1946 and for much of his career he was head of Central Manchester Health Authority. Platt was a member of the Royal Commission on Medical Education and a member of the first working party set up to review the medical staffing of hospitals. He Chaired the Merit Awards Committee and at various times was President of the FPA (Family Planning Association), ASH and the National Society for the Abolition of Cruel Sports. Platt was supportive of women in medicine.

Lord Platt was also President of the Eugenics Society. In the early part of the 20th century eugenics had not yet become toxic and many people considered quite respectable supported eugenics, but as the years passed, eugenics became associated with some rather worrying people (see post ‘The Case Of The King’s Sperm’). I note that Lord Platt was still involved with the Eugenics Society in the mid-60s.

Platt was President of the Royal College of Physicians, 1957-62. The Royal College are most grateful to Lord Platt because he oversaw the relocation of the College into their present Regent’s Park building, in much the same way that the Royal College of Psychiatrists have been forever grateful to the man who bagged them their palatial residence.

Lord Platt sat as a crossbencher after he was given a peerage. It is noted that he spoke on pornography and euthanasia, but the Royal College of Physicians remarks that latterly he supported ‘less progressive concerns’ such as the preservation of the Elizabeth Garrett Anderson Hospital and opposed the compulsory wearing of seat belts. It’s interesting that the Royal College categorise Lord Platt’s support for the Elizabeth Garrett Anderson Hospital as ‘less progressive’. When Camden Area Health Authority announced the closure of that hospital in 1976 it was not a bunch of Neanderthals who campaigned to keep it open, it was feminist groups as well as other women. The Elizabeth Garrett Anderson was the only hospital which was for women and staffed entirely by women – women who had previously had bad experiences with men very much appreciated the Elizabeth Garett Anderson. Camden Area Health Authority ignored the protests and closed the hospital in 1979. In 1979 Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and illegally imprisoned Mary Wynch for a year. William Kerr and Michael Haslam were raping and abusing female mental health patients in Yorkshire and were afforded complete protection (see post ‘All The Ingredients Of A Scandal’). John Allen’s paedophile gang and trafficking business in north Wales was booming and was being ably assisted by Dafydd and the mental health services in north Wales. Mental health patients and kids in care in Camden were also being abused and exploited, on the doorstep of Frank Dobson, Tessa Jowell and many others who later became leading lights in the Labour Party under Tony Blair (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’).

Lord Platt was an accomplished cello player and was active in a variety of music organisations.

Lord Platt was rather different to the other Top Doctors of his era. He will have known about horrors like the appalling institutional abuse of vulnerable people by the NHS and was a very powerful figure in an era in which Top Doctors were even more powerful than they are now. But I can find no record of even Lord Platt speaking out against the abuse of certain groups within the NHS. Perhaps he just felt that it was a hill too steep to climb – the Royal College implied that he had evolved into a daft old buffer because he dared support a massively popular hospital providing a much needed service and because he dissented on the seatbelts business. The campaign to make wearing seatbelts a legal obligation was backed by the BMA – and promoted by a man called Jimmy Savile.

Another Top Doctor in the ‘Tomorrow’s World’ audience was Sir Thomas Holmes Sellors, a cardiothoracic surgeon. Sir Thomas went to Oriel College, Oxford and then to the Middlesex Hospital, where he qualified in 1926. He was some ten years older than Gwynne the lobotomist who also qualified at the Middlesex. My post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ names a few other Middlesex alumni who became very big names in medicine whilst Gwynne and his protégé Dafydd were allowed to wreak havoc in north Wales. Sir Thomas developed open heart surgery units at the Middlesex, Harefield and the National Heart Hospitals. Sir Thomas himself worked at Harefield from the outbreak of WWII util he retired and it was he who put Harefield on the map. Harefield has an international reputation as does its star surgeon Professor Magdi Yacoub. My post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ discusses some world-leading research conducted by Magdi Yacoub with Professor Julia Polak, who when I worked at Hammersmith Hospital was widely reputed to have been perpetrating research fraud.

Thomas Holmes Sellors was President of the Royal College of Surgeons, 1969-72 and President of the BMA in 1972.

Holmes Sellors was ‘active in the medico-political field’ from the inception of the NHS and he is remembered for having a taste for ‘gracious living’, with homes in London and Buckinghamshire. Holmes Sellors remained active for many years after his retirement and was, among other things, the Chairman and later the President of the Medical Council on Alcoholism. Dr Dafydd Alun Jones was constructed as an ‘alcohol and drugs specialist’ (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’).

Thomas Holmes Sellors had a stroke when he was older and  in 1986 spent time in hospital. Sir Reginald Murley, who wrote the tribute to Holmes Sellors on the Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows’ site, remembered that he went to visit Sir Thomas who was ‘chuckling with glee’ whilst reading a tabloid newspaper which he’d only purchased because no other newspapers were available in the hospital. Murley noticed Sir Thomas’s ‘unusual reading matter’ and observed that Holmes Sellors was reading about a ‘house of ill-repute on Ambleside Avenue, Streatham’ and remarked to Murley that ‘I had two respectable maiden aunts who lived there. Heaven knows what they would say if they could read that’. What a pair of jolly old buffers Holmes Sellors and Raymond Murley must have been. It was not mentioned in the ‘Lives of the Fellows’ that the house of ill-repute in question, Cynthia Payne’s brothel, was just down the road from St George’s Hospital Medical School and that a number of consultants were clients of Madam Cyn’s. As were a number of judges, MPs, peers, lawyers and clergymen. After Madam Cyn was first raided in 1978 she went to prison, although none of her customers did. Business continued after her release and she was raided again in 1986, which will have been what Holmes Sellors was reading about. No-one understood quite why but she was treated very much more leniently on that occasion, although it wasn’t because the Courts had become any more liberal or less hypocritical.

In 1986 Oliver Brooke, the Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s, was imprisoned for the possession of huge quantities of child pornography. He was released on appeal after a sympathetic judge commented that his collection of kiddie porn could be compared to a collection of cigarette cards. One of the detectives who worked on the Brooke case later revealed that Brooke was Mr Big in a pan-European paedophile network.

One person who had a great deal of knowledge about the activities at Ambleside Avenue and those who visited the brothel was David Sutch, who lived there himself with Madam Cyn for a while. Sadly he cannot enlighten us now because he hung himself in 1999 – so he was dead before the cover-up that was the Waterhouse Report was published in 2000. David Sutch suffered from manic depression and didn’t seem to get the care that he needed from the colleagues of the brothel’s customers. For more background on Ambleside Avenue and the convenience of David Sutch’s suicide, see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’.

Sir Thomas Holmes Sellors was among the very top of the Top Doctors – he is so revered that the Royal College didn’t just have the usual portrait of him painted, they had a whole sculpture made! There is a bust of this glorious man in the Royal College.

Between 1958-67 Holmes Sellors was Chair of the joint consultants committee, which links the BMA with the representatives of the Royal Colleges. Until I read this I didn’t know exactly what the joint consultants committee was, although I’d long since wondered. I’d wondered because in 1988 when I was told that my complaints about the mental health services in north Wales were finally going to be heard, it was the joint consultants committee who appointed Professor Robert Bluglass to investigate my complaints.

Bluglass ignored every part of my complaint relating to Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) and Gwynedd Social Services and stressed that I had caused a lot of trouble and a lot of people great annoyance, although he had documentary evidence that Dafydd had broken the law and lied repeatedly (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’). No action was taken against anyone. Much more recently I discovered that Bluglass was a close colleague of Professor Ian Brockington – Brockington had been Tony Francis’s boss immediately before Tony Francis relocated to north Wales (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Some three years after Bluglass blamed my unreasonableness for the wrongdoing of people who were facilitating a paedophile gang, a patient was murdered at Ashworth Hospital. Robert Bluglass was appointed to lead the investigation. He in turn appointed two nurses to help him – one nurse was one of the senior nurses from the Reaside Clinic, the clinic of which Bluglass was clinical director and the other was one of Dafydd’s senior nurses. Not only did Dafydd himself send ‘dangerous’ patients to Ashworth , but after I complained about a nurse who assaulted me whilst I was in Denbigh my complaint was not investigated on the grounds that the nurse concerned, Stephen Rose, had left Denbigh for a job at Park Lane Hospital. Park Lane merged with Moss Side to form Ashworth Hospital. There were a number of inquiries into the very serious problems at Ashworth, including the inquiry led by Bluglass. Problems included patients being violently and sexually assaulted by staff, children being taken into the hospital to visit paedophiles, child porn discovered on the premises and a number of deaths. Things just never seemed to improve, although I’m sure that Bluglass did his best.

I now have documents in my possession which demonstrate that one organisation who provided Tony Francis with advice and support after I complained about the wrongdoing of the mental health services was the BMA. Bluglass, Francis and Dafydd were all members and/or fellows of the Royal College of Psychiatrists.

Professor Catherine Robinson, one of the ‘suicide experts’ who works for the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, used to be married to a psychologist who worked at Ashworth! Catherine herself worked at Denbigh! Time to make a police statement Catherine rather than simply warning all your former colleagues that I was preparing to publish what I knew?

For some unknown reason, a few years ago Bluglass asked for his name to be removed from the medical register and all references to him disappeared from the internet. He has reappeared online now though. There’s a nice photo of him drinking champagne with his friends and he and his wife Kerry – also a Top Doctor – enjoy themselves singing in an elite choir, the St James’s Singers.  Dame Judi Dench is their Patron. Dame Judi gave an interview recently in which she explained that she didn’t mind getting old but sadly her eye-sight is so bad that she can’t read anymore. She obviously can’t see who’s in her fucking choir either.

 

This blog has paid attention to wrongdoing and fuckwittery being passed down through the generations. Sir Thomas Holmes Sellors did not let the side down in this regard. He had a son – Sir Patrick Holmes Sellors. Sir Patrick died in 2010 but whilst he was alive he was certainly what my friend Brown would call a ‘highly effective shit’.

Patrick Holmes Sellors studied at Oriel College, Oxford and the Middlesex Hospital, like his father. He became an ophthalmologist and due to his general marvellouness he was appointed as a consultant at dear old St George’s when he was just 31. Sir Patrick was also a consultant at the Royal Marsden Hospital and had an extensive private practice. He was honorary consultant to the King Edward VII Hospital for Officers and for St Luke’s Hospital for the Clergy. In 1974 Sir Patrick was appointed Surgeon Oculist to the Royal Household and in 1980 to HM the Queen herself.

Sir Patrick’s obituaries however tell us that his ‘main skill’ lay in ‘medico-legal work’. He must have been very skilled indeed if that eclipsed his Royal duties – his obits mention how Top Doctors would consult Sir Patrick for ‘help’. Sir Patrick was so good at getting Top Doctors out of trouble that he joined the Council of the MDU in 1977 and remained there until he retired in 2003, whereupon the MDU made him an honorary fellow.

When the Edward VII Hospital incurred all that bad publicity after a nurse killed herself, a glowering Lord Simon Glenarthur was wheeled out to intimidate the press. Simon Glenarthur was Chair of the Hospital – he had also been Director of the MDU since 2002. Simon Glenarthur was the Health Minister responsible for the ‘tainted blood’ scandal which resulted in the death of a great many haemophiliacs, although his name was kept under the radar (see post ‘Update On ‘Tainted Blood’ Scandal – The Culprit’).

It was the MDU who provided Dr Tony Francis and his wife, Dr Sadie Francis, with legal ‘advice’ throughout the years 1987-1995 – and I suspect after that as well – as I was repeatedly arrested and prosecuted on the basis of their perjury and the perjury of their colleagues. I have copies of letters that the MDU lawyers wrote to the Francis’s strongly advising them to cease their litigation against me and telling them that there was not the evidence for the claims that they were making. The Francis’s refused to drop the cases so the MDU went ahead regardless, in the knowledge that the allegations against me were untrue. One of the MDU lawyers, Ann Ball, had an extended telephone conversation with me and I told her myself of the criminal wrongdoing that I had witnessed in north Wales. Anne Ball told me that the Francis’s ‘didn’t know’ about any of it. Yet at that time Anne and her colleagues knew that the Francis’s were lying on oath and encouraging others to lie on oath whilst demanding my imprisonment. I also have copies of letters written by Tony and Sadie Francis cc’d to Dr Ian Sanderson of the MDU, complaining about the ‘threat’ that I presented to them and other staff – the ‘threat’ being that I was writing letters of complaint and arriving at Ysbyty Gwynedd in person when my complaints had not been investigated (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’). The barrister employed by the MDU in the 1991 attempt to have me imprisoned on the lies of the Francis’s was Sir Robert Francis QC (see post ‘The Sordid Role Of Sir Robert Francis QC’). Robert Francis is considered such a safe pair of hands that he has Chaired many investigations into NHS failures, including the inquiry into the care and treatment of Michael Stone after Stone’s conviction for double murder – Michael Stone has always maintained his innocence and was only ever arrested because a Top Doctor phoned someone and stated his belief that Stone Had Done It after watching the murders discussed on Crimewatch. Stone’s legal team are now back in Court once more with new evidence which they believe demonstrates his innocence. A crucial bit of evidence uncovered by Stone’s legal team previously ‘went missing’ on its way to the forensic labs.

Sir Patrick retired in 2003. At the time of his retirement I had just been charged with ‘threatening to kill’ Alun Davies, the manager of the Hergest Unit, on the basis of numerous NHS staff lying in police statements about me – once again. The police who arrested me said that if I was found guilty I’d be looking at a prison sentence of seven years. The case collapsed two years later when it became clear that I hadn’t threatened to kill anyone (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’). There was no investigation as to why so many people had lied to the police and had turned up to Court to lie in the witness box. Last year I found out that after that case, the PNC had been unlawfully accessed to record a conviction of ‘violent disorder’ against my name and a certificate of indictment had also been forged, stating that I had been found guilty of ‘violent disorder’ (see post ‘Even More Confusion Regarding Those Legal Conundrums’ and ‘An Update On Those Legal Condundrums’). I wrote to the North Wales Police’s legal services about this and am still waiting for their explanation.

Sir Patrick died in St Thomas’s Hospital after being taken ill at an MDU celebratory dinner in 2010. What they were celebrating I do not know but he died after his colleagues’ efforts at medical treatment proved unsuccessful. Which seems like natural justice after Holmes Sellors’ career of ensuring that dangerous, lying, criminal doctors got away with framing innocent people, refusing people treatment even in life threatening situations as well as running paedophile gangs and people trafficking rackets.

Tony Francis killed himself a few years ago when Operation Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. I was surprised to hear that Sadie Francis had told neighbours that Tony had killed himself because of me no less – namely my ‘harassment’ of him. This presumably was the ‘harassment’ that Sadie’s own MDU lawyers told her to stop telling porkies about many, many years ago. I had not seen let alone communicated with either of the Francis’s for a number of years before Tony Francis’s death. My harassment of criminals aiding a paedophile ring must have had supernatural qualities – what a pity it didn’t cause them to stop their involvement in serious crime twenty years ago.

Time for a visit to the police station Sadie? This time to provide details of who else was involved in the paedophile ring, rather than a statement consisting of a pack of lies about me or indeed any other patient – I was not the only one arrested for ‘threatening’ staff or for other crimes that many people did not believe had been committed. Such as Lee Crabtree – a seriously ill young father who was arrested for ‘attempted robbery’, remanded in Altcourse Prison and who hung himself hours later. The details of Mr Crabtree’s ‘crime’ consisted of him ‘escaping from’ – ie. walking out of – the Hergest Unit whilst in distress and then trying the door of an Angel’s car in a rather ham-fisted getaway attempt. The police took him back into the ward – only to  be told by the Hergest Unit that they would not readmit him and insisted on him being charged with attempted robbery. His wife knew nothing about any of this until Altcourse Prison telephoned her to tell her that he had killed himself and that his ‘property’ (ie. clothes) was still at the Hergest Unit. She rang the Unit and an Angel told her that they were far too busy to go looking for lost property. Well they’ll have been needed down the station to lie their arses off to the police in an attempt to frame the next patient who had dared complain. And to man the hot-line to the MDU.

Tony and Sadie Francis’s son is a lawyer. He specialises in ‘medico-legal’ matters. He represents health and welfare organisations rather than patients who have suffered harm. At one point his CV was boasting of the many thousands of pounds that he had saved one local authority after challenging the provision of patients’ care packages.

At the height of the time of the Francis’s allegations that I was about to murder them in cold blood, a particularly foul police sergeant whom Tony Francis seemed to be on very good terms with told me to jump off the Menai Suspension Bridge because ‘decent’ people didn’t want me near them. This was just months before the five witnesses to the activities of the paedophile gang which operated in north Wales and Cheshire were murdered in an arson attack caused by a decent person chucking a petrol bomb into the building where the witnesses had been invited to a party (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). I don’t know the name of the Ginger Pig, but he was the Sergeant in Menai Bridge Police Station in 1991. There will be records relating to him and his activities – unless of course they’ve gone up in flames as did the records off all of the children who had ever passed through the Bryn Alyn Community at the start of the Waterhouse Inquiry.

 

So what about Malcolm Muggeridge, the man who mentioned what is now called institutional racism, who so angered the Top Doctors? The caricature of Muggeridge subscribed to by comedians in the 70s and 80s was always that of a man as old as the hills wringing his hands and banging on about religion. So it was quite a surprise when Jean Seaton’s book ‘Pinkoes and Traitors: The BBC and the Nation 1974-87’ claimed that Muggeridge ‘groped incontinently’. Seaton is the ‘official BBC historian’. She accuses the BBC of being, in years gone by, log jammed with dreadful misogynist men and mentions someone ‘in authority’ who persistently asked young women if he could spank them. I presume that this was ‘Spanker’, a man whose name I have forgotten but who was the subject of a number of ‘Private Eye’ articles in the 1980s – unless of course the BBC were employing more than one man who asked his young female colleagues to participate in spanking sessions with him. Seaton records that after a group of outraged female employees approached the Governors about Spanker’s activities, he was relocated to America in another BBC post which came with a luxurious New York apartment thrown in.

I remember the case of Spanker well, because not long after there was another Spanker who hit the news – only this one was a GP in south London. He had asked a number of women patients to keep diaries of their sexual fantasies, read them with him and in return he spanked them. A number of patients made representation to the GMC. In his defence Spanker explained that he was a Committed Christian and he believed that his treatment was helping these troubled women. During the fitness to practice hearing, ‘Private Eye’ ran their spoof ‘A Doctor Writes’ column making reference to a doctor who is spanking his patients soon finding himself an ex-doctor. Of course because the GMC was involved Spanker didn’t become an ex-doctor, he was allowed to continue practising and probably spanking as well.

Seaton’s book refers to an incident in which Robin Day asked Joan Bakewell ‘do men stare at your breasts when you interview them?’. That’s the Robin Day who was a lifelong friend of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse who concealed rather more serious wrongdoing in north Wales than men staring at Joan’s boobs. I take Seaton’s point that the BBC was crawling with appalling old men who constantly propositioned younger women, but as I discussed in my post ‘A Secret And Forbidding Place To Work’ some of those women exploited that situation for their own benefit. In fact Joan Bakewell herself freely admits that she shagged a lot of people who assisted her career and Esther Rantzen achieved greatness by having an affair with and then marrying Desmond Wilcox. It’s not rocket science and it’s a lot easier than working long hours for years and competing on merit.

Seaton argues that Strong Women at the BBC eventually refused to be walked over and denounced the behaviour of their male colleagues and Changed Things. So that is why the Strong Women all remained silent about Savile, Rolf and Stuart Hall. It must also be why Jo Brand is wheeled out by the BBC constantly – and was again this morning on Radio 4 – as an example of a woman who’s not afraid to take on the Men, as exemplified by her giving Ian Hislop a bollocking on ‘Have I Got News For You’ a few weeks ago. That’s the Jo Brand who is a former psychiatric nurse who is married to a man who still works as a psychiatric nurse and who is an ambassador for MIIND – who has said precisely nothing about the abuse of psychiatric patients by the mental health services. Ian Hislop edits a magazine which regularly highlights cases in which psychiatric patients have been killed whilst in the care of the state. Which is probably why he isn’t a MIND ambassador.

Seaton’s book mentions that George Howard, the Chairman of the BBC Governors 1980-83, attempted to charge the BBC for what was thought to be the use of a prostitute. Seaton’s book does mention Savile – but only in the context of the only discussion about him by the Governors being one concerning how to ration Thatcher’s appearances on his radio and TV programmes.

Seaton’s book was published in 2015 – Dame Janet Smith who led the Public Inquiry into the extent of Savile’s abuse called for witnesses with evidence to come forward early in 2012 , so Seaton would have known what Savile had been up to by the time that she was writing that book. Shortly after Seaton’s book was published she had to offer an apology to the family of Huw Wheldon after she accused him of being one of the BBC gropers. Huw Wheldon came from north Wales, went to Friars School in Bangor and had close links to the paedophiles’ friends.

Malcom Muggeridge famously appeared on the TV programme Friday Night Saturday Morning in 1979 in the company of Mervyn Stockwood to denounce Monty Python’s Life of Brian.

Mervyn Stockwood was the Bishop of Southwark, 1959-80. He came from Bridgend in south Wales – where his father was a solicitor – and then went to Christ’s College, Cambridge, graduating in 1934. Stockwood was the archetypal trendy vicar of his day and in the 1960s created what became known as ‘South Bank religion’. He was a liberal theologian who supported homosexual law reform and he blessed gay relationships, although he claimed to be celibate himself. Mervyn Stockwood, like many clergymen of his time, turned a blind eye to many things. He no doubt kept quiet about much in Southwark but Mervyn Stockwood was the honorary assistant Bishop of Bath and Wells and he kept quiet about a great deal in Somerset as well.

I went to junior school in Somerset with a girl from a church-going family whose dad was a churchwarden. Suddenly the family stopped going to church or indeed having any involvement with the church or village life at all. They were denounced as snobs by the much of the rest of the village, particularly when they took their two daughters away from the local school and sent them to a private school. The vicar remarked on how sad he was to see them turning their backs on the parish. What most people didn’t know was that the sister of the girl who I was in class with had been sexually abused by the vicar. No-one found out until she had a ‘nervous breakdown’ and was hospitalised in Taunton. The vicar went to visit her on the grounds that he was, well, the vicar. The staff let him in whereupon he then molested her in the hospital and was caught red-handed by a nurse. The vicar then rang the girl’s parents and told them that if they prosecuted him he would ensure that the village would discover the identity of their daughter whom he had molested and she would end up in an even worse state than she was already.  The girl’s dad went to the local policeman – only to discover that he had been threatened with disciplinary action himself if he took any action against the vicar at all. It transpired that the girl was by no means the only victim of that vicar. Before anyone had ever discovered that he had molested her, 36 women had complained about him harassing them to the Bishop of Bath and Wells. They had all been told that the Church would deal with it and although some of them knew that the vicar had made a nuisance of himself with other adult women, only three of them knew of the extent of it and they didn’t realise that he was abusing children as well. It was then discovered that the vicar was the biological father of one of the other children in the village and that this was such a common situation that the Church had made financial arrangements for such children and referred to them as ‘children of the Church’ (as opposed to the children of the vicars). It got better. One of the few people who did know about the extent of this vicar’s offending then found out that he had been transferred to the parish in Somerset after behaving in exactly the same way in a parish in Lincolnshire.

As for letting the Church deal with it – the vicar remained as vicar of that parish until he retired nearly twenty years later. His wife continued as Brown Owl of the village Brownie pack and her husband would kindly give lifts to the Brownies when they attended pack meetings. He continued to hold confirmation classes in the rectory, which was how he initially gained access to the girl whom he molested even on hospital premises.

That particular vicar came from a well-known legal family and a number of his relations were barristers and judges.

This was not the only degenerate vicar in Somerset whom I knew of. There was another one in a parish a few miles away who was a man in his mid-fifties married to a woman many years younger than himself – the story was that he had been a teacher and that she had been one of his pupils. What with him being a former teacher, he used to pop into the local primary school to give the kids R.E. lessons. On one occasion he hit one of the boys so hard that he injured him. This man disappeared from the parish a few years later, to the great relief of the local school kids. Not because he was violently assaulting them, but because he had stolen thousands from Church funds. The Bishop explained that he wouldn’t be prosecuted because he was in a difficult situation with that young wife and five children and he was an alcoholic to boot.

All this occurred when I presume Mervyn Stockwood was the Bishop’s assistant. I can only imagine what might have been going on that I never heard about. However I’m glad to say that the Life of Brian did come to the cinema in Bridgwater and we all enjoyed it. A few years later when I made friends with someone who had grown up in Pwllheli he told me that the Life of Brian had been banned there and he’d not yet seen it. Oh well, in Somerset we just had violent, thieving, dirty vicars – so the local teenagers got to see the Life Of Brian. In Gwynedd they had the paedophile gang run by Dafydd and Lucille, so obviously the very idea of screening a blasphemous film would be completely beyond the pale.

The man behind Mervyn Stockwood’s appointment was Geoffrey Fisher, the Archbishop of Canterbury, 1945-61. Fisher was a keen Freemason, the Grand Chaplain in the United Grand Lodge of England. He presided over Princess Elizabeth’s wedding and over her coronation. Fisher retired in 1961 and strongly advised Harold Macmillan against appointing Michael Ramsey as his successor. It is alleged that Fisher told Macmillan that Dr Ramsey was ‘a theologian, a scholar and a man of prayer and therefore is entirely unsuitable as Archbishop of Canterbury. I have known him all my life. I was his headmaster at Repton’. Former pupils at Repton School alleged that Fisher really enjoyed caning boys for no good reason, even by the standards of the time. Macmillan appointed Ramsey as Archbishop anyway.

 

To return to the man with whom I began this post, Sir George Godber. As with Sir Thomas Holmes Sellors, George Godber’s Top Doctor genes were passed onto the next generation, specifically to his son, Dr Colin Godber.

Colin Godber is a psychogeriatrician who is now a Trustee of Age Concern. He has lived in Hampshire since 1971 – when his dad George will still have been CMO. We are told that Colin Godber was ‘instrumental in the development of mental health services for older people in and around Southampton’. Hampshire mental health services were renamed Southern Health NHS Foundation Trust in 2011. They have been in the news over the last two years or so after it was revealed that hundreds of people had died in their care but the vast majority of the deaths had not been investigated. The Southern Health Scandal only became public as a result of the tenacity of Dr Sara Ryan who refused to be fobbed off with lies or threatened into silence after her son Connor Sparrowhawk drowned in the bath whilst in the care of Southern. Sara received an insulting telephone call from a member of staff at Southern, the son of a Board member sent out a tweet calling her a ‘fucking pest’ after he had read a confidential report containing details od Connor’s case and the psychiatrist responsible for Connor’s ‘care’ referred to Sara as a ‘toxic woman’. Southern were eventually prosecuted by the HSE. Hundreds of people DIED. Southern were prosecuted by the HSE – for, I think, only Connor’s death. After the hundreds of deaths but before Sara kicked up a fuss, the CEO of Southern, Katrina Percy, won an award for ‘CEO of the Year’ from HSJ (Health Services Journal).

Colin Godber retired in 2005 and now provides ‘advocacy between the NHS, local authorities and voluntary services’.

In 2014 the journal ‘Old Age Psychiatry’ published a piece entitled ‘A Psychogeriatrician – The Crème de la Crème’. An intriguing title because psychogeriatrics is the most unpopular and least prestigious of any medical speciality. Jobs are going begging and if they are filled are filled by Top Doctors who for some reason have not been able to secure work elsewhere or overseas doctors. This has been the case for many years. The article opened with a piece written by Lord McColl of Dulwich, a retired surgeon, who related a story about Colin Godber and Professor Simon Lovestone in the Lords debate on ‘Mental and Physical Health: Parity of Esteem’ on Oct 10, 2013.

McColl explained that his own wife had suffered from Alzheimers and he wanted to pay tribute to the Maudsley Hospital who were ‘superb’, especially Professor Simon Lovestone. McColl explained that Lovestone had been inspired to become a psychogeriatrician, who, McColl told the Lords, were ‘the crème de la crème of the psychiatry world’, by one Colin Godber. The story was that Lovestone met Godber and Godber invited him to come and visit one of his patients at home. At the patient’s house, Lovestone witnessed the patient prepare ‘a nice cream tea’ and then play the piano for half an hour. Lovestone later observed that the patient didn’t seem to be much of a patient and Godber explained that the man whom they had visited wasn’t the patient, it was his wife who had been the patient and Godber had been her doctor. She had died some two years ago and on the anniversary of her death, Godber always went to have tea with her widower. Lovestone was so amazed by the experience that he dedicated the rest of his life to psychiatry.

I don’t know how true this story was – like a few other things that have come out of the mouths of Top Doctors and Angels, it is probably more worthy of Enid Blyton than ‘Old Age Psychiatry’. McColl had already told a whopper when he described psychogeriatricians as the ‘crème de la crème’, but he was telling that whopper to a bunch of Lords most of whom will have not known their arses from their elbows re the Top Doctors and their specialities because most of them are politicians who have been put out to grass to the best day centre in the UK – the others who are Top Doctors themselves have spent their careers lying through their teeth in exactly the same way that McColl was, so they weren’t going to blow the gaffe. I do know that EMI patients in Godber’s care will not have been treated to nice cream teas. Particularly if they were in the care of Southern Health.

As for Lord McColl, the man who was happy to kick-start this fantasy on behalf of the Top Doctors – he is of course a Top Doctor himself, the Professor of Surgery at Guy’s Hospital who retired in 1996 and will know damn well the state of mental health care for the elderly. If his own wife really did receive ‘superb’ care, it will have been because as the wife of a Top Doctor who is also sitting in the Lords someone at the Maudsley decided that she was deserving of a rather better service than the rest of the population. Ian McColl is a Tory peer who was given his peerage in 1989 as a result of his work for disabled people – which is so gobsmacking that I’d like to find out more. He was PPS to John Major, 1994-97 – during the years when Major and Hague organised the cover-up into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal… Between 1997-2000 McColl was Shadow Minister for Health and a Trustee and surgeon to Mercy Ships. I don’t think that I’ll dare step aboard one of those if McColl is all that will stand between me and death. McColl recently became an advocate to stop human trafficking and in June 2015 he introduced a Private Members Bill to prohibit the advertising of prostitution.

The Maudsley trained Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and certainly in 1991 Dr Paul Bowden, a leading light at the Maudsley, was still concealing Dafydd’s wrongdoing.

Godber seems to have spent many years perpetuating myths about the NHS and the care it offers. Godber was one of the signatories to a letter in ‘The Guardian’ on 7 April 2015 concerning the Coalition Gov’ts management of the NHS – written the month before the General Election. Godber et al write that ‘as medical and public health professionals our primary concern is for all patients’. Signatories to that letter included:

Dr Gwen Adshead, community psychiatrist: Gwen Adshead is both a forensic psychiatrist and a forensic psychotherapist and from 1996 for a number of years worked as a consultant at Broadmoor. She has been referred to the GMC on a number of occasions and I think that she has been involved in controversy regarding false memory syndrome. Gwen is the proud possessor of a degree in mindfulness based cognitive therapy which does rather destroy her credibiliy; Professor Richard Bentall, clinical psychologist, Liverpool University: Richard Bentall trained at Bangor University and spent many years working in north Wales. He knew exactly how abusive the mental health services were, he knew how many patients were left destitute or committed suicide, he will have known Dafydd and almost certainly Gwynne as well, he knew about the fraud that was mindfulness based cognitive therapy (see post ‘The Biggest Expert of The Lot’) and as a former Professor in the School of Psychology at Bangor University, he’ll have known about the wrongdoing in that School (see post ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’). Before Richard Bentall waved goodbye to Bangor and popped over to Liverpool, a friend of mine was accidentally cc’d into an e mail from Bentall after my friend raised concerns about practice in mental health research in north Wales. Bentall admitted in the e mail that it was now virtually impossible to recruit people from north Wales for clinical trials for mental health projects – that was because the patients had all had such distressing experiences with the local mental health professionals that there was absolutely no goodwill left and they weren’t going to volunteer for anything. After seeing this e mail, I began to wonder where all those people had come from who according to Bentall’s colleagues in north Wales had taken part in trials and projects which were of course all written up as successes and published….

Other signatories were Dr Clare Gerada, the former Chair of the Royal College of GPs, who is married to Professor Sir Simon Wessley, the former President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists; Dr Roger Banks, the former Vice-President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists; Professor Dinash Bhugra, the former President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists – Bhugra was Patron of Mark Williams’s Centre for Mindfulness at Oxford University and has been associated with many other questionable things; Professor Allyson Pollock – who for years has said whatever is convenient and whatever will further her own interests and who featured in my post ‘More Summer Reading’; Professor Wendy Savage, who was a friend of Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain who took part in a major research fraud (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’) – Wendy Savage also spent a long time as a member of the GMC whilst they ignored dangerous doctors; and none other than dear old Dr David Owen (see post ‘Dr Death’).

‘Our primary concern is for all patients’ – every one of those signatories has remained silent about serious harm to vulnerable people and some of them have been personally close to people involved in scandals or have been at the centre of scandals themselves.

 

‘The Daily Echo’, 7 Sept 2011 reported that five Southampton doctors had signed a letter calling for the Gov’t to stop their NHS reforms because they would result in ‘irreparable harm to the NHS’. Godber was a signatory. The irreparable harm to the NHS in north Wales had occurred decades before, whilst Godber’s dad ensured that Dafydd and Gwynne remained untouchable. Ironically at the time that Godber signed this letter, the Betsi Board in north Wales did have a CEO, Mary Burrows, who was doing her best to confront the entrenched corruption – the crooks who were still alive whom Godber’s father protected and many of their children and friends hounded her out. Since Mary departed the Board has sunk deeper and deeper into the red, is completely unable to recruit and was put into special measures after the biggest scandal involving the abuse and neglect of elderly mentally ill patients that had yet happened in the UK. The crème de la crème! That’s why patients were filmed undercover crawling around naked on floors covered with urine and faeces, one with an untreated broken arm, whilst nurses swore at them (see posts ‘The Tawel Fan Scandal’ and ‘Update On Tawel Fan Scandal -Sept 16th 2016’). No member of staff was disciplined – except for the nurse who blew the whistle who was suspended, arrested, sacked and received death threats. A member of staff had previously raised concerns but they were told by a psychogeriatrician – obviously a member of the crème de la crème de la crème – to keep quiet and that he ‘didn’t want any more complaints’.

An earlier offering from Godber appeared in ‘The Independent’ on 16 Aug 1994, in which he blasted that ‘the care of the elderly and others with chronic illness’ has been ‘most blatantly betrayed under the smokescreen of the new double-speak of community care’. Godber mentions the ‘lame semantics’ of a previous correspondent and talks about the ‘concerted effort to squeeze much of NHS hospital respite care out of health’. Godber’s analysis of what was happening at the time was quite correct – I watched it myself in north Wales. The patients who had care withdrawn from them when the day hospital at the Hergest Unit closed down, many of whom died, were the very same patients who could remember what Dafydd had done to them decades previously when Godber senior had ignored it all (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’). In 1994 the Jilllings Investigation into the abuse of children in care in north Wales since 1974 was underway. The abuse that had been facilitated by Dafydd and Gwynne whilst George Godber was CMO. When the Jillings Report was submitted in 1996 it was so damning that the Council’s insurers ordered it to be withheld from everyone – even the Council who had commissioned it – because what had happened in north Wales was indefensible. The Report was pulped. To this day the only people who read the full unredacted version were the Council’s insurers and legal advisors. See post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake’ for details.

George Godber retired in 1973. One of his obituaries observed that ‘the shape of the NHS in the mid 1970s was very materially determined by Godber’s influence’. The Jillings Report investigated the abuse of children in north Wales from 1974 onwards  – and the role played by the NHS and other agencies.

Both Godber Major and Godber Minor seem to have been particularly well-versed in the art of the smokescreen of double-speak themselves.

 

 

Workers’ Play Time

I have mentioned in previous posts and comments that in 1993 I wrote to the UK’s most high profile radical barrister Michael Mansfield at his chambers in Tooks Court about the mental health services in north Wales. I had just been prosecuted – yet again – at the insistence of the mental health services for ‘staring at a social worker in Safeways’. I was fined £60 by Bangor Magistrates Court. The social worker concerned, Jackie Brandt, a member of the delightful Arfon Community Mental Health Team, had previously illegally detained me, refused to investigate my complaints – as had her boss Lucille Hughes – and perjured herself in an attempt to have me imprisoned. Brandt had alleged to the police that I had screamed and yelled at her in Safeways, swore at her and threatened her. She admitted under cross-examination in Court that I hadn’t done any of these things, but I had ‘looked at her’, indeed at one point ‘stared’. Brandt then started crying. No-one asked any questions about why Brandt had felt able to lie in a statement to the police, lie again in Court and only admit that she had lied when my solicitor questioned her. Instead Bangor Magistrates deemed that by looking at Brandt I had breached the Public Order Act. The Act in question had been passed by Thatcher’s Gov’t to criminalise the striking miners in the 1984 dispute but was being widely used to prosecute anyone for anything. Mansfield mentioned the abuse of this Act in his 1993 book ‘Presumed Guilty’, which is why I wrote to him.

I did receive a reply from Michael Mansfield himself – he simply wrote me a couple of lines thanking me for my letter and saying ‘it is always good to have support’. I didn’t think anymore of this at the time – I just presumed that Mansfield would be in receipt of huge quantities of mail from people having a hard time and that he’d be busy defending the Birmingham Six or something. I missed a few things at the time.

At that time Mary Wynch had just made legal history by suing Dr Dafydd Alun Jones, Risley Remand Centre and Clwyd Health Authority for wrongful arrest and false imprisonment (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Mansfield will definitely have known about this case – not only because it made legal history and received widespread media coverage, but also because there’d been a TV documentary made about it ‘Who Will Listen To Mary Wynch?’ (by Elizabeth Clough, Jeremy Paxman’s partner at the time) and because Mansfield’s longstanding friend and colleague Gareth Peirce, the radical solicitor, worked – as did Paul Boateng, Imran Khan and John Wadham (who became the Director of Liberty) – in Birnberg and Co, the solicitors that represented Mary. Gareth Peirce later became a senior partner in what became Birnberg Peirce and Partners. Benedict Birnberg himself retired in 1999 – just before the publication of the Waterhouse Report. Birnberg was also co-secretary of War On Want. At the time that I wrote to Mansfield, allegations of a paedophile ring operating in Cheshire and north Wales involving public figures including politicians and civil servants had appeared in the London based media. Allegations of a cover-up reaching to the highest levels of Gov’t were being made, a police investigation had been launched but had found ‘no evidence’ of the involvement of people in high places, an independent investigation by John Jillings of the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council had been ordered and Alison Taylor -a social worker from Gwynedd – had blown the whistle loudly on the abuse of children in care in north Wales only to be sacked from her job by Lucille Hughes. The year before I wrote to Mansfield, Alison had appeared in a TV documentary with former residents of children’s homes in north Wales alleging abuse of kids in care and they had named a senior police officer with the North Wales Police, Gordon Anglesea, as one of the abusers. By the time that I wrote to Mansfield, Anglesea was suing the media outlets who had named him for libel. Michael Mansfield’s partner Yvette Vanson was a TV producer – it was her colleague Tony Wardle who co-wrote ‘Presumed Guilty’ with Mansfield. They will not have missed the havoc in north Wales. Mansfield had then received a letter from someone living near Bangor supplying him with details of the most extraordinary abuse of the law by Gwynedd Social Services involving collusion by the North Wales Police, Bangor Magistrates Court and the CPS… Did his antennae really not twitch?

A few days ago, I read Michael Mansfield’s 2009 book, ‘Memoirs of a Radical Lawyer’.

Mansfield established his chambers Tooks Court in 1984 as a collective. I don’t know what was going on there, but Mansfield admits in his book that their senior clerk walked out in response to the ‘arrogance’ and ‘demands’ of the barristers at Tooks. The radical socialist barristers who were fighting for the common man…

Sadly, rather than genuinely radical barristers, Tooks was hosting some unscrupulous hypocrites of the highest order. Helena Kennedy QC worked there – the Helena who worked closely with corrupt psychiatrist Professor Nigel Eastman from St George’s Hospital Medical School. Eastman was not only concealing and colluding with wrongdoing at St George’s and Springfield Hospital (the psychiatric unit attached to St George’s), but he also colluded with those we know and love in north Wales in 1991 when he was faced with evidence of their criminal activities (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’). Helena also will have known about the abuse of women patients in the special hospitals, many of whom had already been abused as kids in care and as mental health patients – no, she didn’t say a word. I bet she knew about Jimmy Savile’s activities at Broadmoor as well. Please read my post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’ for further details regarding St Helena.

Patricia Scotland QC worked at Tooks. Patricia Scotland was involved in the Waterhouse Inquiry. Did Patsy represent any of the kids who’d been abused whilst in care in north Wales? No. Patsy was the QC who represented the Welsh Office. The Welsh Office who ignored complaints that children were being terribly abused, the Welsh Office who were failing to carry out regular inspections of children’s homes even after staff in the homes had been convicted of sexual and physical assaults on children in their care, the Welsh Office who employed corrupt lawyer Andrew Park who advised the mental health services as to how to mount prosecutions against me and how to avoid investigating my complaints, the Welsh Office which employed the corrupt Medical Ombudsman Professor Robert Owen who – along with Professor Robert Bluglass and Dr Colin Berry – concealed the criminal activities of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and Dr Tony Francis (Dr X). Patsy’s sterling work on behalf of the Welsh Office involved cross-examining the witnesses – the people who had been abused – so harshly that some of them became so distressed that they needed medical attention whilst others were unable to walk out of the building unaided. Details of Patsy’s glorious career as a black woman barrister who is completely dedicated to helping the unfortunate can be read in posts ‘Baroness Patricia Scotland Was On Board As Well!’, More On Baroness Patricia Scotland QC – And Her Very Sleazy Friends’ and ‘Even More About Baroness Patricia Scotland QC’.

Another alumnus of Tooks was Constance Briscoe, who like Patsy made much of being black and in possession of ovaries. After making it as far as a judge presiding over mental health and child care cases, Briscoe was imprisoned for perjury. Briscoe’s mate Vicky Pryce and Pryce’s former husband Lib Dem MP Chris Huhne were also imprisoned, but unlike Briscoe and Huhne who’s careers were finished off, dear old Vicky returned to work as a Gov’t economist after she’d served her stretch and can be heard regularly on the BBC. Vicky also wrote a misery memoir about her time in prison, from the perspective of an oppressed woman.

Vera Baird QC, another well-known radical feminist lawyer, also worked at Tooks. Years later in her capacity as Solicitor General in Gordon Brown’s Gov’t, Vera assisted Charlie Falconer in withdrawing virtually all legal aid in cases where people had had their lives wrecked by the state.

Many of the Tooks lawyers were networked to fellow lawyer Cherie Booth and when Cherie’s husband Tony Blair became PM he gave a lot of them peerages.

Friends and colleagues of Mansfield et al at Tooks included other big names among radical barristers, such as Stephen Sedley, Anthony Scrivener and Anthony Gifford.

I am the first to admit that Mansfield and some of his colleagues have done some excellent work. They have successfully helped some victims of terrible miscarriages of justice such as the Guildford Four and the Birmingham Six and I know someone who has worked with Lord Gifford fighting for prisoners on death row in Jamaica. Some of those people would be dead without Tony Gifford. But again and again, I notice that the radical barristers just do not touch cases involving people who have been abused by the state child care system or the mental health system in the UK. In fact no-one will take those cases. Birnberg and Co did fight for Mary Wynch initially – but Mary’s problems did not end when she won her case. Clwyd Health Authority et al then refused to stump up the damages, Mary ended up having to go into hiding, the property and money of which she was fleeced by Dr Dafydd Alun Jones et al was never returned to her and she was finally ruined by the Home Office under Michael Howard in 1995. At which point she was never heard of again – the few people who had fought for her and publicised her case fell silent.

I can only speculate that the problem is as this blog has detailed ie. that the corruption involving the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and related events reaches to such a high level – including the most senior members of the judiciary – that even Mansfield and Gareth Peirce won’t touch it. Perhaps they know that their own careers will be ruined if they take those cases. Perhaps they are simply too frightened – they will know that numerous witnesses to the north Wales case were found dead after complaining or giving evidence and in the case of the five witnesses who were killed in an arson attack in 1992, even the Court returned a verdict of ‘unlawful killing’ (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). The cynic in me observes that the radical lawyers had close connections to the inner London boroughs whose Councils were running the children’s homes where paedophiles had infiltrated and that those Councils were also sending children on placement to homes in north Wales. Paul Boateng’s own wife was a social worker and Councillor in Lambeth, which had one of the biggest problems with abuse of children in care in the UK. Those boroughs also pioneered community law centres, in which some of the radical lawyers worked when they were very young – they were not going to effectively represent people who had been abused by the staff of the organisation funding the law centre.

It was easier for Michael Mansfield and Gareth Peirce to represent clients like the Price sisters who proudly admitted to blowing up part of London than to represent people who had been raped by paedophiles employed as social workers and then unlawfully imprisoned and abused again by Top Doctors employed as psychiatrists.

 

It is clear from Michael Mansfield’s memoir that he has encountered the results of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal – and child abuse by the state in other regions of the UK – and the abuse of psychiatry many times. Michael Mansfield spends time talking to and listening to people who have been crapped on by the state – he believes what they say as well and is acutely aware of just what the state will do to get itself out of trouble when little people have witnessed or gained evidence of wrongdoing by people in high places. Mansfield is also sensitive and intelligent enough to know that even when he is hearing a truly bizarre story from someone disorientated, there may well be much truth in the story and it’s that which he must identify. Interestingly Mansfield learnt this as a young man by talking to psychiatric patients from Friern Barnet Hospital when he had a job emptying the bins there – he was hearing hair-raising anecdotes and he gradually started to realise that the nutters were telling the truth about a great many matters. I noticed this phenomenon myself. I heard the most extraordinary things from patients that the Top Doctors and Angels tripped over themselves to dismiss as delusions and psychotic ramblings – and I watched and I listened and I realised that a great deal of what I was being told was true.

There used to be a number of people wandering around north Wales – I say used to be, because they have now nearly all died as a result of neglect from the mental health services – who claimed to have worked as prostitutes or groupies and to have had sex with a variety of well-known people or local bigwigs. These people were universally dismissed by the people paid to care for them as being ‘difficult’, having ‘upset people’ or being ‘troublemakers’. These insults were used to justify extreme neglect and even unlawful refusal of ‘services’. The people being left to die had all lived through the paedophile years in north Wales when vulnerable people – particularly kids in care and psychiatric patients – were sexually abused and exploited and trafficked into sex work. I know that this went on, I know some of the people who were doing it and I know that at least some of the people who were named by these virtually destitute patients were indeed sexually using vulnerable people. As Jimmy Savile knew, if you want to sexually assault people and get away with it sexually assault kids in care, learning disabled people or people labelled as having mental health problems. Not only will you get away with it but if your victims dare tell anyone what you have done they will be punished all over again by whoever it is ‘looking after’ them. And the Top Doctors will assist you by pouring venom upon your victims like there is no tomorrow.

Mansfield’s book mentions that he worked on behalf of people who were in trouble with the law for drug use. He’ll have known that there were both high levels of police corruption in the drug squads and that some Top Doctors working in the field were essentially dealers, often to rich elites. No doubt Mansfield also knew about the corruption in the Home Office Drugs Branch responsible for the oversight of controlled drugs (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). Mansfield mentions Bernie Simons, an associate of Dr Ann Dally, dealer to the stars. I haven’t been able to find out who Bernie Simons was, but from what Mansfield says he seems to have been a solicitor as well as a drugs campaigner.

Throughout the 70s, 80s and 90s, Risley Remand centre served as the personal prison of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends. Huge numbers of the prisoners there had passed through the north Wales children’s homes or mental health services. Mary Wynch was detained there unlawfully and I know of at least one other mental health patient in north Wales who was as well. The brutality at Risley was legendary and the suicide rate astronomical. I know three people – all mental health patients – who were in Risley in the 80s. They related accounts of hearing the screams of other prisoners at night as they were beaten up by the warders and of being assaulted by the warders themselves. One man had been left in complete darkness in his cell for a number of days after a prison officer removed the light bulb because the prisoner had complained about the bulb flickering on and off. The same man had been detained in Risley after the North Wales Drug Squad had framed he and his wife and assaulted him. Whilst he was in Risley he maintains that he was visited by an unidentified senior detective from London who tried to interrogate him about offences of which he knew nothing. The detective became angry with him, told him that there was no point questioning him because ‘you’re fucking mad’ and threw him back in his cell. This man was subsequently transferred to the ‘care’ of Dafydd in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh – where he stayed for a year. His complaints about the North Wales Police were never investigated. Another man described sharing a cell with a suicidal man who was trying to injure himself – the man whom I knew rang and rang for help but no-one answered the bell. His cell mate succeeded in killing himself and the man whom I spoke to was left alone in the cell with the corpse for some time. I was friendly with a lady who fostered a young man with mental health and drug problems. At the age of 18 he was detained in Risley – when my friend went to visit him he was visibly injured after a beating by the officers. My friend challenged the officers and was met with one of them boasting about how much he enjoyed beating the ‘little bastards’ up. There were some prisoners in Risley who were serious offenders, but there were many more who had been accused of trivial crimes but had been detained there on the orders of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends ‘for psychiatric assessment’. Some like Mary Wynch had not committed any crime at all.

The wrongdoing at Risley permeated levels higher than the thugs employed as prison officers. The Waterhouse Report mentions the panel having sight of a letter allegedly written by a prisoner in Risley to Lucille Hughes in support of Nefyn and June Dodd, the managers of Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor. The Dodds were tremendously cruel to children in their care and the kids from that home were being trafficked to London and other locations for prostitution. Even Sir Ronnie Waterhouse accepted that the letter was forged and had not been written by the prisoner – a former resident of Ty’r Felin – at all. Not that Ronnie asked any questions, this was just another incident that was dismissed without investigation. So someone at Risley went to the trouble of forging a letter from a prisoner to Lucille Hughes at a time when the Dodds were under investigation and allegations of a paedophile ring operating in the children’s homes in north Wales were appearing in the media.

My own medical records provide evidence of corruption at Risley. In 1987 Dafydd Alun Jones told me over the telephone that if I didn’t drop my complaints about him he’d have me imprisoned in Risley. Brown heard this phone call as well. I ignored Dafydd’s threats and continued to try to pursue my complaints. Some months later a junior doctor working for Dafydd at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh made a statement to the police maintaining that I had tried to stab him – I was arrested and taken to Bangor Police Station. He claimed that I had pulled a knife out of my pocket and had brought the knife down upon him as though to stab him and the only reason that he wasn’t stabbed by me was that a male nurse had dragged me off him. The male nurse who allegedly rescued this junior doctor from my murderous attempt made a statement about the same incident. His statement maintained that I had shouted at the junior doctor because no-one was investigating my complaints about Dafydd et al – which was true. The nurse explained that I had a camping knife in my possession – this was in the days when camping knives could be legally purchased and held (yes, I was in north Wales camping at the time) – but I did not withdraw the knife, no-one saw the knife and I certainly didn’t try to stab anyone with it. Whilst I was at the police station, colleagues of Dafydd Alun Jones rang the police claiming that I had threatened to kill them. The custody sergeant was good enough to refuse to take their statements there and then and told me that ‘they’re all conspiring against you up there’. I later complained to the NHS about these events and observed to Alun Davies the corrupt manager of the mental health services that the custody sergeant had made this comment. Davies bellowed at me down the phone that he’d be ‘having a word with the police’ about that sergeant. The sergeant, Sgt Morgan, was some months later arrested and charged with indecently assaulting a teenaged girl in custody. Bangor Magistrates Court found him guilty and he was sacked from the North Wales Police. Before the police released me, Dafydd turned up at the police station, although he didn’t explain what he was doing there. Dafydd’s visit was very brief and involved him saying to me ‘I think ewe should be in prison’. The next day I returned to Leicester, where I was living at the time.

My complaint about the whole saga was never investigated and the junior doctor who lied in his statement to the police was never investigated either. Many years later when I finally obtained my medical records, I found a copy of a letter that had been written by an NHS administrator at Ysbyty Gwynedd at the time which stated that I was ‘now in Risley Remand Centre after stabbing someone with a knife’. Not only that, but there was a copy of a letter from the Mental Health Act Commission to the mental health services in north Wales, stating that as I was now in Risley Remand Centre they would write a letter to my home address in Leicester in response to my complaints about Dafydd et al.

I was never charged with attacking anyone with a knife. I had not appeared in Court in relation to attacking anyone with a knife and no request was made to any court at that time to have me remanded in Risley. So the Mental Health Act Commission cannot possibly have received any official documentation stating that this had happened. They had obviously just been told by one of their mates in the north Wales NHS – a mate who hadn’t realised that Dafydd’s plan had gone pear-shaped – that I was now safely in a cell in Risley, so of course a letter concerning my previous very serious complaints about Dafydd et al could be sent to my home address where the Mental Health Act Commission thought that I wasn’t. Problem dealt with. No investigation, patient framed and imprisoned for a serious offence, complaints about Dafydd’s previous criminal activities kicked into the long grass.

This whole sequence of events suggests corruption in the NHS, in Risley Remand Centre and in the Mental Health Act Commission. There was never an investigation into any of it or any of the people involved. People who included Dafydd, Dr Tony Francis (Dr X), Janice Davies (Dafydd’s henchwoman at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh), a Dr Ponnampalam, a Dr Khalid Siddiqui and David Ewart at the Mental Health Act Commission. Four years ago I discovered that Khalid Siddiqui was employed as an ‘independent doctor’ in the south east of England assessing people under the Mental Health Act. He is probably still doing this and getting paid handsomely for it.

In May 1989 Risley finally exploded in the form of a prison riot. A group of prisoners trashed a wing – not that there was much worth trashing, it wasn’t the Ritz – and a roof-top protest lasting three days took place. Michael Mansfield defended one of the leaders of the riot (not a man from north Wales). I remember Michael Mansfield writing in the press at the time about the appalling conditions, brutality and corruption at Risley. Mansfield’s client may not have come from north Wales, but I bet that Mansfield knew what was going on at Risley – as will have the other lawyers who worked with him on the case, Tim Owen and Jeremy Hawthorne – because of his habit of chatting at length to numerous people and knowing when he is hearing about corruption in high places. The jury acquitted the rioters at Risley. At the time of the Risley riot, the Home Secretary was Douglas Hurd, who was later replaced by David Waddington – members of the Gov’t who were wilfully ignoring the criminal misconduct that they were told was going on in north Wales.

Michael Mansfield came up against someone else who was networked into Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends when he represented Mohamed Al Fayed at the inquests of Dodi and Diana – Lord Thomas Scott Baker. Scott Baker had previously sat as a judge on the Chester and Wales Circuit and in 1995 had imprisoned a highly vulnerable woman, Susan Brooke, who had passed through the North Wales Hospital who had undoubtedly crossed the paths of the paedophiles’ friends (see posts ‘So Who’s Path Had Susan Brooke Crossed?’, ‘More On The Susan Brooke Case’ and ‘Update On The Cases Of Susan Brooke And Sara Thornton’). How Scott Baker ever made the career move from being a paedophiles’ friend in north Wales to the coroner holding the inquests of Dodi and Di I do not know – particularly as the inquests of Dodi and Di were the first inquests that Scott Baker had ever conducted. Press comment at the time suggested that Scott Baker had been specifically brought in for the inquests because he was the one person who was thought to be capable of standing up to Michael Mansfield.

Think about this. Mansfield is clever, has been around a long time, knew about north Wales and Risley and always does his homework well. He will have made it his business to rifle through Scott Baker’s undies before the inquests – and he will have known that Scott Baker had previously worked on the shamefully corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit and had been involved in the Susan Brooke case. As with the case of the paedophiles at the heart of Thatcher’s Gov’t, Mansfield could have really dug up the dirt on Scott Baker and used it. He didn’t. Perhaps because Scott Baker was in a position to throw even more dirt at Mansfield – dirt suggesting that Mansfield and his famous freedom fighters had remained silent about a viscious paedophile ring linked to organised crime which had resulted in the framing and imprisonment of scores of innocent people, the deaths of a great many witnesses and the collusion of some of Mansfield’s friends and colleagues.

Michael Mansfield knows how low the Top Doctors and those who care will stoop if they feel that it is necessary. Mansfield represented Angela Cannings, a mother wrongly convicted and imprisoned for the death of two of her children, on the basis of the ‘expert evidence’ provided by Sir Roy Meadow. Meadow was a paediatrician who managed to invent a new psychiatric diagnosis – Munchausens by Proxy – and also managed to make up some statistics which he then spouted off whilst in the witness box. No-one questioned him until a number of mothers had been wrongly imprisoned for killing their children. A number of real statisticians then came forward and demonstrated very clearly that Meadow didn’t know his arse from his elbow and a number of innocent people were subsequently released from prison. The most famous example was Sally Clark, a solicitor who’s character had been absolutely trashed by the Top Doctors after two of her children died in infancy. Sally was imprisoned and although she was released on appeal in 2003, she had been so destroyed by her experience that she died not long after release. Not that this was enough for the Top Doctors. After Sally Clark was released, Top Doctor Professor David Southall – another expert in Munchausens by Proxy – on the basis of no evidence at all then named Sally Clark’s husband as the murderer of the children. Probably because his eyes were too close together. Meadow and Southall were eventually disciplined by the GMC, but a rearguard action was supported by their colleagues -particularly in the case of Southall – and many articles sympathetic to them appeared in the liberal media, reminding us that Southall was a Brave Doctor Who Cared About Children. The fact that in the case of Sally Clark a pathologist actually discovered that one of her children had died of an infection but chose not to mention this before or during the trial was not discussed in the Southall-supporting media. Meadow and Southall both maxed out the appeals process and were eventually reinstated as Top Doctors.

Mansfield also defended Barry George, the man with a number of vulnerabilities who was found guilty of the well-planned assassination of Jill Dando, although he was at a day centre several miles away when Jill Dando was shot dead outside of her house. Jill Dando was a reporter on ‘Crimewatch’, a programme which led to several miscarriages of justice, although the BBC didn’t make reference to that when they boasted about ‘Crimewatch’s’ success the other day. ‘Crimewatch’ was responsible for the conviction of Michael Stone, another case that many people find very troubling. There was no forensic evidence against Michael Stone whatever, but a Top Doctor watching ‘Crimewatch’ saw the episode featuring the murder of Lin and Megan Russell and rang in saying that it was just the sort of thing that his patient Stone would have done. Stone remains in prison many years later and continues to profess his innocence. Dando’s colleague on ‘Crimewatch’ Sue Cook was a close friend of George Carman QC, the crooked barrister who had many good friends who were gangsters or bent police officers (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’).

Mansfield is not naïve. He knows that Top Doctors lie, particularly to cover their tracks after they have screwed up and he knows that Top Doctors who stick their necks out and challenge their colleagues are subjected to witch-hunts by the medical establishment. Mansfield is well-acquainted with the facts involved some of the most high profile child protection disasters that there have been since the 1970s, 80s and 90s and later. Yet staggeringly, he described Esther Rantzen as a ‘vociferous and committed’ campaigner, citing Childline as evidence. The Esther who ‘didn’t know’ about Jimmy Savile, who ‘didn’t know’ about her former bedfellow Sir Nicholas Fairbain, the Esther who’s sister worked as a social worker for Lambeth Social Services whilst it had one the worst records on child protection in the UK, the Esther who appointed her sister’s manager as Chief Exec of Childline. The Childline that was alleged to have ignored calls from children in care who were being abused. The Esther who then ran a mental health campaign and who ignored a letter that I sent her about the criminal activities of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones et al. But then Mansfield’s PA Susie Haig worked as a counsellor for Childline. So Susie probably heard the same story that I heard from Childline then – that Esther was so dreadful when speaking to the children that they had to work hard to ensure that she didn’t actually answer any calls herself when she was gracing Childline with her presence to drum up a bit of good PR.

Mansfield did a lot of work for the NUM during the miners strike of 1984 and also defended Arthur Scargill when Scargill was arrested. Mansfield and Scargill were friends and established the Socialist Labour Party together. My post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’ described how Arthur Scargill shared a platform in Bangor a few years ago with a paedophiles’ friend and how this particular paedophiles’ friend has married a lady who has stood for the Socialist Labour Party in north Wales in General Elections. Mansfield had an excellent grip on the police corruption and the various dirty tricks used to frame and prosecute miners who had themselves been assaulted by the police.

It was at this time that Mansfield got together with the lady who was to become his wife for 30 years, documentary maker Yvette Vanson. Vanson and Mansfield lived in Yorkshire for a while, Vanson researching for and making her films and Mansfield defending the miners. Mansfield and Vanson became very well-networked into the community in Yorkshire via a man called Terry Dunn and they also had connections on the ground in south Wales. Like north Wales, Yorkshire had a major problem with police corruption, a paedophile ring – and a man called Jimmy Savile who was involved with both. Surely Mansfield and Vanson heard SOMETHING about all of this? Terry Dunn must have known – Mansfield tells us that after the strike, Dunn did a degree at the LSE and ‘fought for trade union rights’ via an unidentified charity in London. Mansfield was a lawyer and Vanson was a producer of TV documentaries about people having a hard time – people like Mansfield and Vanson are approached constantly by people who’ve been stuffed over asking for help. This even happened to me after I appeared in the media talking about the abuses of the mental health services and I’m not famous – but people rang me, they e mailed and they wrote. Anyone speaking publicly about the abuse of people who feel powerless definitely gets approached by people who’ve suffered at the hands of the oppressors.

 

It is to Yvette Vanson to whom I will now turn, because I suspect that Yvette Vanson knows so much she would be capable of writing a blog like this and she must have shared some of what she knew with Michael Mansfield.

Yvette Vanson went to the Royal College of Music and Drama in Cardiff, 1968-70 and also did a degree in social sciences at a later date. In 1979 Vanson landed a job with the BBC Community Programmes Unit with Mike Fentiman, only to find herself then blacklisted because of her previous involvement with the Workers Revolutionary Party (WRP). The BBC at the time was reputed to employ a member of MI5 who beavered away screening out undesirables and Vanson was one of them. So Vanson occupied herself doing other things for a few years, including producing training videos with Tony Wardle for East Sussex Social Services. Vanson is the sort of TV producer who gets to know her subject well, she too mixes and chats with people who are being exploited and abused. Vanson is not daft and her – extensive – work for East Sussex Social Services will have undoubtedly brought her face to face with bad practice, a dysfunctional social care system and neglect and abuse of clients. Vanson also made a documentary about the Mental Health Act – that was the Act which was drafted by Professor Robert Bluglass who two years later covered up the criminal activities of Dafydd and Dr Tony Francis which included breaking the law enshrined in that Act. Vanson worked in other areas of disability as well, which brought her into close contact with people from SCOPE and Leonard Cheshire – both organisations which have been accused of the abuse of vulnerable people. She will have known something.

Vanson took her film crew into Lambeth Town Hall when Lambeth Council workers were staging a sit-in – a Jim O’Brien was leading the workers’ protest. Ever think of mentioning what was happening to the kids in the care of Lambeth to the film crew then Jim?

Vanson made ‘Kentucky Fried Medicine’, a critique of the US healthcare system. She noticed only a ‘very, very few people who were willing to criticise and risk their jobs’. She’ll have noticed the same phenomenon in the UK NHS but she doesn’t mention that – Vanson made a documentary called ‘Stitching Up The NHS’.

In 1984, Vanson managed to find her way back into the BBC again, once more working with the BBC Community Programmes Unit and names Mike Fentimen and Tony Lye as people with whom she worked.

I have a friend who worked for the BBC in the late 80s and early 90s – in the documentary commissioning department. My friend maintained that the dept was openly corrupt and his boss had a huge row with him after my friend refused to accept bribes. My friend was told by this boss that he’d make sure that my friend would never work in London again. Weeks later my friend was transferred to Manchester and was made redundant shortly afterwards. The name of the BBC executive whom my friend alleged was involved? Paul Hayman. I was also told that Hayman had a huge in-tray on his desk full of ideas for commissions that documentary makers had sent in and that Hayman would invite chosen people into his office and tell them to take their pick of the other people’s ideas. Vanson mentions working with Paul Hayman when she produced ‘Presumed Guilty’ for BBC’s Inside Story.

The interview which Vanson gave from which I have obtained my information about her career didn’t mention the sort of rampant corruption witnessed by my friend at the BBC, but Vanson does talk about some people at the BBC editing her work to such an extent that the documentary was changed as well as the reluctance of certain people at the BBC to produce anything that the Gov’t might throw a hissy fit over. In the wake of Vanson’s documentary about the miners’ strike ‘Taking Liberties’, the BBC threatened to close the whole Community Programmes unit.

Vanson seemed to have been particularly irked by Liz Forgan, although when Forgan was getting on Yvette Vanson’s tits I think Forgan might have been working for Channel 4 – Vanson made documentaries for them as well. Liz Forgan is now Dame Liz. She was Editor of the Guardian Women’s pages 1978-82, then a Guardian columnist 1997-98 and then a non-executive director of the Guardian Media Group from 1998. Forgan was founding Commissioning Editor and then Director of Programmes at Channel 4, 1981-90. In 1993 she was appointed MD of BBC Network Radio, but she left the BBC in 1996 over a row with the DG John Birt concerning moving BBC Radio News from Broadcasting House to Television Centre. (Which seems an extraordinary thing to leave one’s job over – couldn’t Liz have resigned over Savile or all the corruption or something worthwhile?) Between 2001-08 Forgan was Chair of the National Heritage Memorial Fund and the Heritage Lottery Fund. In 2009 Dame Liz became Chair of the Arts Council of England – this was seen as a Labour Party appointment and Liz must have pissed a few other people off as well as Yvette Vanson, because in 2010 the Coalition Gov’t cut the Arts Council’s budget by nearly 30%. In 2003 Forgan was appointed Chair of the Scott Trust, the company which owns the Guardian Media Group and which is responsible for appointing the Editor of the Guardian.

Other notables as well as Liz have occupied the position of Chair of the Scott Trust. Hugo Young was in that role immediately prior to Liz – it was on Young’s watch that Alan Rusbridger who was Editor of the Guardian between 1995-2015 was appointed. The Chair before Young was Alistair Hetherington, who was appointed in 1984.

I first heard about Hetherington in 1982 from two of my friends who were studying film and media at Stirling University. They told me about a huge row that had blown up which had found its way into ‘The Scotsman’ – the University had appointed Hetherington, a journo, to a Research Chair. This was one of the first appointments by a UK university of a non-academic to a Chair and the fur flew. There were allegations that Stirling had only done this to toady to people in high places and that Hetherington had none of the qualities needed to successfully occupy the role. The students protested and my friends were signatories to the letter of protest that was sent to ‘The Scotsman’. Hetherington was appointed nonetheless – but it looks like my friends were right to have had their reservations, because Hetherington was never seen in the University, certainly didn’t do any research and buggered off in 1984 to Chair the Scott Trust. Whilst at the Scott Trust Hetherington received very serious grief from the NUJ. He supported Peter Preston as Editor of the Guardian and played a substantial role in the appointment of Hugo Young as his own successor as Chairman of the Scott Trust. So who was this man whom Stirling University prostrated themselves before?

Alistair was the son of Sir Hector Hetherington, a Professor at University College Cardiff and then Principal of the University of Glasgow. Whilst serving in the army in WWII Hetherington was a major in the Intelligence Corps. In 1950 he joined the Manchester Guardian as a journo and in 1953 Hetherington became Editor. Hetherington claimed to be a campaigner for social justice – he was present at the founding of CND and attended the preliminary meetings at the house of Lord Simon Wythenshawe, along with Sir Bernard Lovell and Bertrand Russell. Yet Hetherington did not support or join CND – indeed Hetherington actually tried to launch his own movement with aims directly in opposition to CND. Years later he performed another U turn over Vietnam, after meeting US military commanders in Saigon. In 1959 Hetherington oversaw the evolution of the ‘Manchester Guardian’ into the ‘Guardian’ and the office subsequently relocated to London. The ‘Guardian’ lost a great deal of money but was kept afloat by its sister paper, the ‘Manchester Evening News’.

Hetherington was close to Harold Wilson but even closer to Jo Grimond, the Liberal MP who would have become leader of the Party had Thorpe not got there instead. Hetherington spent 20 years writing leading articles to promote Liberal-Labour co-operation in order to defeat the Tories.

In 1975 Michael Swann, the Chairman of the BBC, offered Hetherington the post of Controller of BBC Scotland. There was as much trouble following that appointment as there was when Hetherington landed the Chair at Stirling. Hetherington  clashed with the DG at the BBC, Charles Curran and in 1978 was sacked by Curran’s successor, Ian Trethowan. Hetherington had to slum it as the manager of BBC Radio Highland until he was offered the Chair at Stirling.

Hetherington’s mate Michael Swann was a molecular biologist. Between 1965-74 he was Principal and Vice-Chancellor of the University of Edinburgh. In 1972 Swann was confronted with much trouble from the students, led by one Gordon Brown, who had been elected Rector. Ted Heath was so wowed at Swann’s ‘strong leadership’ at Edinburgh that he gave Swann a knighthood and then in 1974 appointed him as Chair of the BBC. In 1979 Swann was appointed Chancellor of York University and in 1981 he was given a peerage. Swann’s brother Hugh was Cabinet Maker to HM the Queen.

The present Chair of the Scott Trust is Andrew Graham. His CV has all the right ingredients – Sunday Times, LWT, Channel 4, Fellow of the Royal Television Society and Royal Society of Arts…

 

Today’s Mail Online published an angry article demanding to know why so many ‘left wing luvvies’ are heads of Oxbridge Colleges. A number of sinners were named and shamed, including Mark Damazar (latterly of the BBC), Alan Rusbridger, Jackie Ashley (Guardian columnist and wife of Andrew Marr of the BBC) and dear old Baroness Helena Kennedy. I don’t think that the elevation to great heights of such folk has much to do with them being lefties or luvvies. Like the people at the top of the Daily Mail, one reason why none of this lot have been blown out of the water is that they have all kept schtum about the organised sexual abuse of children by public figures and senior politicians and civil servants.

 

Vanson won a Royal Television Society award for her film about sexual harassment at work, ‘Making Advances’. The film was presented by Emma Freud. This was pre-Savile, pre-Rolf and pre-Stuart Hall. And indeed pre-Clement Freud, Emma’s father.

There is one TV documentary made by Vanson that I am particularly interested in. It was a documentary that was screened by BBC Wales in approx. 1996-97 entitled ‘Breaking the Mold’ and it concerned the fight to save Theatre Clwyd which was facing closure. Vanson mentions working with the commissioning editor of BBC Wales, John Geraint on a programme about Aberfan, so I’m wondering if he commissioned ‘Breaking The Mold’.

Theatre Clwyd was the baby of the former Chief Exec of Clwyd County Council, T.M. Hadyn Rees. Hadyn Rees was Chief Exec of Clwyd 1974-77 – as the paedophile gang raged in children’s homes run by Clwyd County Council. Hadyn Rees was a lawyer who was a member of the Welsh Arts Council, 1968-77. Hadyn Rees, like his successor Mervyn Phillips, had a great many fingers in a great many pies. Further details of the numerous fingers and pies involving these paedophiles’ friends can be read in my post ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinistic Methodists’. The upshot was that Hadyn Rees and Mervyn Phillips spearheaded huge projects which purchased them much kudos and power within north Wales yet it was never clear how these projects were funded. Whilst all this was happening, there were constant financial crises in Clwyd County Council  – the money just seemed to disappear but on what was unfathomable, because the Council certainly weren’t spending it on services for the citizens of Clwyd. Again and again there are references in local gov’t documents to the terrible financial problems in Clwyd – the Council had to go cap in hand to various places for bail outs, there was a huge row because the rates/council tax had to be hiked up to one of the highest levels in the UK and after the abolition of Clwyd County Council at the time of the submission of the Jillings Report into the abuse of children in the care of the Council, an enormous black hole in the funds was revealed which was carried over into the new organisation, Flintshire County Council. At the retirement party of Roger Parry, the Finance Chief of Clwyd, jokes were made about Roger’s catchphrase being ‘struggling on’, although there were many warm words for him from senior officers who remembered how he ‘rescued’ the Council at a time of crisis. Roger himself told the party that he was glad that he was able to save the day, but warned everyone not to embezzle the Council funds after his retirement.

Theatre Clwyd was a grand enterprise from the outset – it was opened in 1976 by HM the Queen and for a theatre in a small rural town in north Wales it really is quite impressive. The official narrative regarding the funding of the theatre is that it is funded by Clwyd County Council. It hit the buffers in about 1996 and was facing closure – this happened when Tom Middlehusrt was Chief Exec of Flintshire County Council. Just after the Jillings Report had confirmed the most dreadful abuse of children in Clwyd and the possible presence of a paedophile ring, just as the Waterhouse Inquiry was ordered. Just after Clwyd County Council had disappeared in a puff of smoke leaving the huge black hole in its wake – and when the newly created Flintshire County Council was ordered by Michael Beloff QC, the legal advisor to their insurers, to never release the Jillings Report to anyone, even the Councillors, on the grounds that what had happened to the children in care was so indefensible that the insurers would withdraw the Council’s cover if the Report was made public and the Council members themselves would be personally liable for the damages and costs if any of the former children in care sued. Michael Beloff QC styled himself a human rights/civil liberties barrister – he was a colleague of Mansfield, Gareth Peirce, Cherie Booth et al.

Tom Middlehurst – who later became the AM for Alyn and Deeside – is credited for having helped save Theatre Clwyd, although I can’t quite work out HOW. What is clear though is that Middlehurst managed to drum up a great deal of good publicity for the Theatre, which included Vanson’s documentary. Vanson herself described Theatre Clwyd as ‘really inspirational’ and in retrospect suggested that perhaps her film had helped the theatre stay open and that it was one of her ‘campaigning successes’. The person running Theatre Clwyd at the time was Helena Kaut-Howson, who is now a very big name in theatre internationally. David Hanson MP – another one of the paedophiles’ friends who is married to Margaret Hanson, the current Vice-Chair of the deadly Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board – spoke in Parliament about the crisis facing the theatre and described Theatre Clwyd as ‘an important social and cultural asset of north Wales’.

Middlehurst summoned up a very big name indeed in order to save the paedophiles’ friends’ extravagant folly – he contacted Terry Hands, who became CEO and Director of Theatre Clwyd in 1997. Terry Hands was one of the founders of the Liverpool Everyman Theatre in 1964. Hands went to school in Woking and studied at the University of Birmingham and RADA. After establishing the Everyman, in 1966 Hands joined the Royal Shakespeare Company and in 1986 became its CEO. Then in 1997 he gave the paedophiles’ friends an enormous helping hand. Hands also became the Vice-President of the Llangollen International Eisteddfod – scores of the paedophiles’ friends are associated with that festival and for a number of years Sir Ronnie Waterhouse was President. Hands is or was visiting Professor at the Atrium at the University of South Wales and is or was Joint President of the Arvon Foundation. The Arvon Foundation is a charity which promotes creative writing and runs a number of residential writing retreats. Poets previously involved with the Arvon Foundation include Ted Hughes, Seamus Heaney and Philip Larkin. Former tutors include Willy Russell, Ian McEwan, Andrew Motion, Carol Ann Duffy, Ian Rankin and Will Self. Hands left Theatre Clwyd in 2015, by which time it was the most successful theatre in Wales. In 2014 Wales Online had reported that Theatre Clwyd’s funding was at risk again – at this point Colin Everett was the Chief Exec of Flintshire County Council. Wales Online reported that the theatre had its own production company which travelled across the UK – the theatre company was described as being ‘subsidised’ by Flintshire County Council, which had left the Council with a big bill…

I have no idea how Middlehurst managed to rope Terry Hands in, but I note that Middlehurst went to Liverpool Poly. The Everyman was a huge cult in Liverpool and it fancied itself as bohemian and political. By the mid-70s some people who became very influential were associated with the Everyman, including Julie Walters, Cathy Tyson, Pete Postlethwaite and Matthew Kelly. The Everyman was associated with actors and writers on the left who had originated from working class backgrounds.

Pete Postlethwaite died not so long ago and spent the last part of his life in Shropshire. In 1987 he began a relationship with the woman whom he married in 2003, Jacqui, who was a BBC producer. In 1994 Pete Postlethwaite starred in  ‘Sin Bin’, directed by George Case. Postlethwaite played the part of a prison officer in a secure hospital in which one patient murders another. Case and the scriptwriter obviously had a very good knowledge of what goes on in secure hospitals – scenes involved the prison officers making crude sexual jokes about the patients, about the crimes that they were alleged to have committed which resulted in them being banged up and mocking notions such as ‘service users’. Like the film ‘Scum’ which portrayed the brutality inside a young offenders institution some ten years previously, ‘Sin Bin’ accurately portrayed the attitudes of staff – but it wasn’t quite as bad as those institutions are in real life. In the way that ‘Scum’ didn’t portray the staff sexually assaulting the boys, no-one banged up in ‘Sin Bin’ was there because they’d dared mention that they’d been abused in care or by the Top Doctors.

It is significant that both ‘Scum’ and ‘Sin Bin’ were fiction – not even Yvette Vanson made a documentary about the institutions that the paedophiles’ friends ran. She just made a film about their theatre when it had bankrupted the Council. Again.

Matthew Kelly spent much of his career pursuing a rather different path to his contemporaries at the Everyman. Like Julie Walters and Victoria Wood, Kelly trained at Manchester Poly – and like Vanson and Gareth Peirce he had been a member of the Workers Revolutionary Party. Kelly spent years presenting light entertainment shows such as ‘Game For A Laugh’ and ‘Stars In Their Eyes’. Until in 2003 – when he was arrested over allegations of child sexual abuse, as part of Operation Arundel. Operation Arundel resulted in the imprisonment of Jonathan King who like Kelly was investigated for abusing underaged boys in the 1970s. Kelly was never charged, on the grounds that the CPS did not have sufficient evidence. Another person investigated as part of the same operation was Tam Paton, the former manager of the Bay City Rollers, one of whom was imprisoned for the possession of child porn whilst he was working as a nurse in middle age. After Jonathan King was released from prison he angrily denounced what he claimed was the hypocrisy of those who had prosecuted him and excluded him from polite society. King maintained that he knew scores of other people in the entertainment industry who had done exactly what he had done but who had not been prosecuted. He also claimed that the judge who sentenced him to seven years inside had been at Cambridge with him and had also been having sex with underaged boys. I note that no-one ever sued Jonathan King regarding that allegation.

Although Matthew Kelly was not prosecuted, he was certainly very shaken and distressed by the police investigation. Granada and ITV supported him – as did Julie Walters – and said that they looked forward to his return, but Kelly didn’t return. He kept a very low profile for the next ten years and only relatively recently began making public appearances again.

I have no idea whether Matthew Kelly ever has been involved with under-aged boys as accused, but I do know that people in the entertainment industry will robustly support people whom they are aware may be conducting themselves in a questionable manner. Greg Dyke’s book ‘Inside Story’ mentions that Michael Barrymore’s behaviour was so bad and so bizarre that people found him nigh-on impossible to work with. Dyke maintains that ‘everyone’ knew that Barrymore was gay and that he would disappear for days at a time when he was supposed to be filming. This went on many years before a sexually injured corpse was found in Barrymore’s swimming pool of which Barrymore claimed to know nuzzing.

There was an article in the ‘Morning Star’ today about culture/plays for the working classes, headed ‘Workers’ Play Time’. I wondered if it might mention Terry Hands, the Everyman, Mike Leigh etc, but it didn’t. However I discovered a whole new world. The article was written by Doug Nicholls, the GFTU (General Federation of Trade Unions) General Secretary. Doug was previously General Secretary of the union CYWU (Community and Youth Workers Union), 1987-2007, which represented youth workers, workers in youth theatre, community education, outdoor education, play workers and personal advisors. Don’t tell me that they didn’t know something about the sexual exploitation of young people. The CYWU joined the TGWU in 2006 and is now part of UNITE.  The CYWU used to publish their own magazine, ‘Rapport’. I’ve had a very quick look through a vintage copy and it comments on the sort of thing that I suspected that it would – it mentions the NCCL and Patricia Hewitt and there is a lot of confusion about sexuality. There are some people maintaining that they should be able to come out as gay or lesbian and act as a ‘role model’ to the youngsters, but these people are opposed by other members taking an overly bigoted or macho stance with references to poofs and lesbians in tweed. It is in such fetid atmospheres that the sexual exploitation of young people flourishes….

 

Michael Mansfield lived in Wandsworth whilst St George’s Hospital Medical School and Springfield Hospital concealed the serious criminal activities in north Wales. Wandsworth is just down the road from St George’s and Springfield, loads of the staff of those hospitals live in Wandsworth. I know for a fact that David Hole the corrupt MSF rep did – he knew what had happened to me in north Wales.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

News Update And A Few More Accessories

The story dominating the headlines since yesterday has of course been the revelation that there is an alleged ‘gender pay gap’ at the BBC. The fighting that has broken out between numerous overpaid male luvvies and numerous rather less overpaid female luvvies has eclipsed discussion of far more obvious injustices – and not just the BAME pay gap, which the ‘Guardian’ managed to mention. Firstly EVERYBODY involved is earning completely unjustifiable quantities of money. No I am not going to take up cudgels on the part of Claudia who ‘only’ gets £500k for doing sod all on a lame dancing show once a week. The use of the word ‘talent’ to describe this bunch of airheads is quite staggering. The elephant in the room is of course the way in which this lot secure jobs with the BBC in the first place – it is frequently through nepotism. Scores of them are married to each other or having relationships with each other – or indeed just having sex with each other – and were ‘introduced’ to the BBC in that way. Many of the others have parents working in the media or specifically at the BBC. Even many of the BBC’s ‘experts’ presenting the ‘science’ programmes are people who had parents or other family members who worked at the BBC – it is far too frequent to be coincidental. The oppressed Claudia is actually the daughter of Eve Pollard, who edited the ‘Sunday Express’. After splitting up from Claudia’s father, Eve remarried Sir Nicholas Lloyd, who was the former editor of the ‘Daily Express’. Claudia’s half-sister from her father’s second marriage is the wife of Lord Frederick Windsor, the son of Prince and Princess Michael of Kent. Will Claudia now seek legal advice because she has been discriminated against? Almost certainly. Meanwhile an army of very badly paid probably migrant women will be doing the cleaning, cooking and childcare for the extended Winkleman/Pollard clan and there won’t be any screaming headlines about their rates of pay.

There seems to be an obvious injustice within the ranks of the oppressed women anyway – the dipstick Claudia is pulling in many more thousands than the two women journalists who work on the ‘Today’ programme or Laura Keunssberg, who actually need brains and a degree of knowledge to do their jobs well. Furthermore, there will be many women beavering away at the BBC doing the cleaning – probably in the middle of the night as well – or working in the canteens etc. Like the servants who will be sustaining Claudia’s household, they’ll be paid a rate on which they’ll barely be able to exist and they’ll probably have migrated from a country where their quality of life was even worse than it is cleaning at the BBC at 2 am. You won’t hear them mentioned anywhere – and some of those very badly paid workers will of course be men. Male cleaners earn a lot less than the presenters of ‘Woman’s Hour’ – who are so badly paid that they are miffed about not making it into the ranks of those whose salaries caused the row.

Of course, no-one can actually expect anything other than grossly unfair practices from the BBC. It has been successively Chaired by twats like Michael Grade who only landed their own positions because they toadied to other unworthy powerful people, in Grade’s case the likes of Samuel Brittan, brother of the dreadful Leon. For details of Grade’s toadying and an account of his twattish, offensive, anti-Welsh conduct when he condescended to visit Cardiff on a ‘meet the Governors’ evening, please see posts ‘News Round Up, May 18 2017’ and ‘A Few Of The Relevant Politicians Re Mary Wynch’s Case’. Amongst this enormous BBC scrap, I’m still waiting for someone to explain an Historic BBC Injustice to me – the sacking of Frank Bough after the cocaine and prostitutes revelations, as opposed to the non-sacking of Savile, Stuart Hall, Rolf etc. Perhaps Richard Tait, mate of Michael Grade as well as Chair of journalism at Cardiff University and former King of ‘Nationwide’ which starred poor old Bough, could let us know.

I can only hope that the mainstream citizens of the UK getting by on salaries of £30k or less in return for their rather more useful contributions to society than that made by Lineker or Jeremy Vine or Tess or Claudia will stop stumping up for their TV licences now that we know what the licence fee is actually being used for. Bankrupting the BBC – or at least indicating to dear old Tony Hall that such an outcome is on the horizon – will be a far more effective remedy than squealing about gender pay gaps.

The news story following hot on the heels of BBCgate this morning was yet another NHS England Mental Health Scandal. The CQC – who have spent years concealing malpractice, serious neglect and deaths in NHS England’s mental health system – have revealed that thousands of mental health patients are incarcerated in secure units when they shouldn’t be. The CQC has also revealed that many such units are unsafe and that the ones run by private providers are suspected of detaining patients longer than necessary in order to benefit financially. So why haven’t the CQC mentioned this before? I knew that it was going on, other bloggers like me knew that it was going on and so did the CQC. In fact one non-executive director of the CQC, Sir Robert Francis QC, knew as long ago as 1991 that patients in north Wales were being detained in secure units unlawfully after they complained about criminal conduct on the part of the mental health services. Robert Francis QC knew about this because he read a series of letters from me giving full details of such practices, including names, dates, etc. His solution was to ask a judge to imprison me for ‘harassment’ whilst acting for one of the psychiatrists who was involved in the criminal conduct himself. The case was funded by the MDU. You need to resign Robert, this blog has built up quite a big following and your activities of some 25 years ago are now quite widely known. Before you resign however, I suggest that you tell your colleagues on the CQC to conduct a review of the cases of all patients currently languishing in secure units and identify how many of them had a history of complaining about the mental health services or maintained that they were abused as children in local authority care. When you have identified them, let them out and help them rebuild their lives that the medical establishment destroyed. And then do us all a favour and fuck off into oblivion, because you’ve done more than enough damage. By the way, a reader of this blog e mailed me a couple of days ago to ask me if Robert Francis is related to a judge of a similar vintage with the same surname. She knew that loads of those in positions like Francis are from legal or medical families, but noted that there is no information at all available about Francis’s origins online. I had a search and I saw what she meant. Robert Francis QC seems to have been beamed down upon earth in that form during the 1970s. After attempting to imprison me in 1991, his career really took off and he was soon being called upon to Chair major NHS cover-ups! 1991 – the year in which folk investigating the Westminster Paedophile Ring maintain that the big cover-up took place. Witnesses to the activities of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were being found dead at about that time too. I’m lucky that I wasn’t because at that time there were a couple of attempts to set fire to my house (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).

The member of the CQC fessing up is of course not Robert Francis – he’s been keeping a low profile recently. The man being wheeled out for media comment is Dr Paul Lelliott, the CQC Deputy Chief Inspector of Hospitals who leads on mental health. Of course, I googled Lelliott – but he’s even more of a mystery than Robert Francis is. There is virtually no info available about Lelliott and the CQC link to his biography has been disabled. Lelliott is a Top Doctor, he will have a biography – so why has it been hidden? The only info about this particular Top Doctor is that before he was appointed to the CQC in 2014, he had spent twenty years as a Consultant Psychiatrist and had worked for Oxleas NHS Foundation Trust. This Trust was formed in 1994 and has swallowed up part of the South London Healthcare NHS Trust. The South London Healthcare NHS Trust was described as having a ‘symbiotic relationship’ with the Oxleas Trust and was the centre of a major row a few years ago. In 2012 the Secretary of State for Health ordered an investigation after concerns were raised that the South London Healthcare NHS Trust ‘was not a viable concern’. In 2013 it was announced that the Trust was to be disbanded. However there was a High Court action – no doubt from Top Doctors – and questions in Parliament. The Trust limped on, led by a ‘Special Administrator’. It would seem that the troubles of the NHS in that part of the world continue – I can only imagine what was going on if it was felt that the Trust needed to be disbanded a la the North West Wales NHS Trust.

All has not always been well in the garden of the Oxleas Trust either. In 2011 a mental health patient murdered someone which resulted in litigation against the Trust. In 2013 the Trust faced another legal challenge after the suicide of a mental health patient. I’m glad to report though that the Health Services Journal named the Oxleas Trust as being the second best mental health Trust to work for in 2015! So the staff are having a great time in the face of patient catastrophe. Little wonder – in Aug 2015, the Trust broke the national pay agreement by awarding a pay rise to senior non-clinical staff who were earning above £57,000. Yes, the more highly paid pen-pushers were given a pay rise. So presumably if one is a Top Doctor or non-clinical manager, one can do very nicely out of the Oxleas Trust, even if no-one else does.

Of course the Voice Of The Service Users, MIND, have also Spoken Out about the latest NHS England mental health scandal. MIND have known about this even longer than Sir Robert Francis QC has – I first approached MIND about the criminal activities of the north Wales mental health services and their unlawful detention of people in 1987. Their legal director William Bingley admitted that he knew all about it and indeed he knew a great deal more than I did about the wrongdoing of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones et al. I approached MIND on many occasions regarding the north Wales mental health services, at no time did I ever receive an appropriate response. Furthermore MIND also kept completely schtum about an appallingly abusive chain of care homes in north Wales whose residents were being emotionally, physically and sexually abused (see previous posts). The person that MIND has wheeled out to provide media comment is Sophie Corlett. Sophie has been at MIND since 2002. Oh well she was there when I told them that patients were being assaulted by staff at the Hergest Unit and framed for serious offences then – they did not follow up my concerns. In fact when I was later interviewed by a newspaper regarding the activities of the Hergest Unit, Ruth Coombs from MIND Cymru then contacted me to ask if I would ‘help’ MIND. That was the same Ruth Coombs who had refused to help me a couple of years previously when I rang her about the Hergest Unit! Hard luck Ruth I do not work with corrupt people. I gave you repeated opportunities to expose what was going on in the mental health services in north Wales and you made it very clear that you were not interested in what was happening to me or to the other patients – or in the astronomical suicide rate. Furthermore, after I contacted you, MIND Cymru actually entered into a business arrangement with the Health Board in north Wales. I have blogged about this recently.

Sophie is also involved with something called the ‘Centre for Mental Health’. The ‘Centre for Mental Health’ states that ‘we’re here until people with mental health problems have a fair chance in life’. Alongside Sophie’s mugshot and profile is the mugshot and profile of Lady Elizabeth Vallance, the Chair of the ‘Centre For Mental Health’. Lady Elizabeth is described as a political theorist. She has been a magistrate in London for twenty years and in 2009 was the High Sheriff of Greater London. Lady Elizabeth has many strings to her bow. She was also the Chair of St George’s Healthcare NHS Trust. Which runs the criminally negligent Springfield Hospital, where a number of patients murdered each other as well as members of staff, as well as St George’s Hospital Medical School which employed a number of corrupt psychiatrists who knew that their peers in north Wales were abusing patients but colluded with them (see posts ‘St George’s Hospital Medical School, 1989/1990’ and ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’). St George’s psychiatrists also consulted Lucille Hughes, the former Director of Gwynedd Social Services who was named in the Waterhouse Report as knowing that a paedophile ring was in operation in the social services but failed to act, for evidence of my ‘dangerousness’, after I complained about Dr Dafydd Alun Jones who was Lucille’s bedfellow and facilitating the paedophile ring in question. Lady Elizabeth was also Chair of the Institute of Education (part of the University of London), as well as of the Ministerial Advisory Committee on Clinical Excellence Awards. Which might explain why St George’s kept being touted as a centre of clinical excellence despite the grim reality and scandals.

Lady Elizabeth was also Vice-Chair of the ‘Heath Foundation’. The ‘Health Foundation’ does of course only have one goal in life and that is to improve the nation’s health by awarding ‘significant grants to bring about better health and care’. It is a charity with very full coffers. It is so rich that it doesn’t have to fund raise. The ‘Health Foundation’ was established by an endowment – which currently stands at approx. £800 million – in 1998 from the sale of PPP Healthcare Group (a private medical insurance company). The ‘new organisation’ formed was known as the ‘PPP Foundation’ and in 2003 was renamed the ‘Health Foundation’. It deludes itself that it has a ‘completely independent status’. A quick look at the ‘Health Foundation’s’ website reveals that Anita Charlesworth, their Director of Research and Economics, was awarded a CBE on July 16 2017. The very next day Anita was appointed as an Honorary Professor at the University of Birmingham – the establishment that employed Professor Robert Bluglass who led the cover-up regarding the criminal activities of Dafydd and Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) at the invitation of the Welsh Office, whilst the whole lot of them were concealing the North Wales Paedophile Ring (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’). Dr Tony Francis’s former boss, Professor Ian Brockington, was also employed by the University of Birmingham after Francis left Manchester (where Brockington had been employed before he landed the Chair at Birmingham) for north Wales (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). As an indication of their independence, the ‘Health Foundation’ co-owns the BMJ Quality and Safety Journal.

Lady Elizabeth is a Sloane Fellow of the London Business School, as well as a non-executive director of the Medical Protection Society.

There seems to be a number of conflicts of interest here.

So who is Lady Elizabeth Vallance married to? Lord Vallance of course! What with Lady Elizabeth being a Sloane Fellow, I wondered if Lord Vallance was what one of my friends calls a ‘posh Lord’, ie. someone with a hereditary peerage. No, Lady and Lord are not posh, Lord is a Lib Dem peer who has crawled his way up, as obviously has Lady. Lord is Iain Vallance, who is described as a ‘British businessman’. No he didn’t establish his own business and hit the big time through hard graft, Iain Vallance actually spent the first part of his career as an executive for the Post Office and then moved to BT in 1981, just before it was privatised! Which was certainly a smart move, because despite all that embarrassing hoo hah over the giveaway of public assets that was the privatisation of BT, by 1986 Iain Vallance was Chief Exec. He was appointed Chairman in 1987 and then held both roles until 1995. He resigned as Chairman in 2001 after numerous awkward bastards of investors demanded that he step down. So he became President Emeritus instead until 2002. In 2003 Iain was appointed to the Supervisory Board of Siemens and in 2004 he was rewarded for his contribution to British life with a peerage.

It’s not all bad news for NHS England though. In the wake of their colluding friends from the CQC biting them on the bum, ‘Mail Online’ reported that the Dept of Health stated that there are ‘many examples of excellent mental health care and nearly all services were rated as good or outstanding for having caring and compassionate staff’. They were rated thus because the CQC is completely dishonest about the conduct of NHS mental health staff – after all Robert Francis tried to have me imprisoned because I’d complained about some of them who were concealing a paedophile gang who were delivering children in care to the Westminster Paedophile Ring ( see post ‘Are You Local?’). Claire Murdoch, NHS England’s ‘mental health chief’, commented that ‘overall mental health funding is up by £1.4 billion in real terms’. That is irrelevant Claire if Top Doctors employed in the service are either criminals themselves or colluding with their colleagues who are criminals. Criminals behave even more badly if they are given a lot of money, it is not a good idea to do that.

So how naïve is Claire? Not at all I suspect. Claire’s CV boasts that she worked as a registered mental health nurse for 34 years. OK, she’ll have witnessed plenty of malpractice then. As a bog standard registered mental health nurse on the ward she won’t have been able to do much about that, if she whistleblew she would have just been sacked. But I don’t think that Claire spent 34 years at the coalface. I suspect that Claire was the sort of registered mental health nurse who went into management and made damn sure that no other registered mental health nurses blew the whistle, because in 2007 Claire was appointed Chief Exec of the Central and North West London NHS Foundation Trust. She didn’t step into that role after 34 years of damp-dusting the shelves and doing nice hospital corners on the beds. Or even after 34 years of forcibly injecting sectioned patients with anti-psychotics and having them tasered by the police if they put up too much of a fight. Claire was not your common or garden registered mental health nurse and she obviously wasn’t one of the many who have become so sickened by what is going on that they’ve left the NHS. Not only is Claire Chief Exec of one of the biggest hitting Trusts in the UK, but she is also the Director of the Imperial College Academic Health Science Partnership.

For details of the research fraud and unethical conduct of a number of people who are part of Imperial College, please see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’. This is NHS England we’re talking about here, so I was not surprised to see a section of the Imperial College Academic Health Science Partnership’s website dedicated to ‘corporate’. Clicking on this reveals that one of their partnerships is with GSK and there is a quote saying that this arrangement is ‘a unique and bold industry-academia partnership, combining for the first time the diverse skills of engineers, medics and life-scientists’. This quote is attributed to Patrick Vallance, President, R&D, GSK.

I used to know Patrick Vallance. He worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School. In terms of his role as a Top Doctor, he was a general physician, but his real passion was his research interest in pharmacology. Patrick Vallance was a very good pharmacologist and unlike some of the Top Doctors at St George’s he was very bright and this was acknowledged by everyone. I think that Patrick Vallance had also been a student at St George’s as well. Either way, Patrick Vallance was far too clever not to have noticed and known about the shite that surrounded him at St George’s. He caused a real stir when he left academia to work for the pharmaceutical industry, because when he was younger he had published a book with his colleague Joe Collier called ‘The Health Conspiracy’. This book made a lot of people very angry because it was a devastating expose of the corrosive effect that the pharmaceutical industry and it’s practices were having on medicine. Vallance and Collier were considered to be a pair of lefties by the rest of St George’s and a lot of people considered them to be a pain. Vallance and Collier predicted that Thatcher’s onslaught upon the universities would leave them so weak that they would end up under the control of the pharmaceutical industry. That book was actually vey good and Collier and Vallance put up with a lot of grief for daring to publish it. So why some years later when he had become a very big name in pharmacology did Patrick Vallance join the industry that he had been so critical of? He was interviewed on ‘The Life Scientific’ on Radio 4 last year and he made a reference to the damage that his reputation might have suffered by leaving academia to join GSK, but he didn’t really explain why he made the move after establishing a name for himself by being so critical of that industry. Like Patrick Vallance, Joe Collier too will have known about the misconduct and malpractice of some of his colleagues but he never publicly spoke out. After I left St George’s the shit hit the fan when it was revealed that the computer programme that St George’s was using to shortlist students applying for medicine for interview was programmed to discriminate against candidates with non-British names. I was told that it was Joe Collier who had actually discovered this and brought it to public attention and that he had been subjected to great unpleasantness from his colleagues as a result. Sadly though Joe Collier was keeping quiet about far worse things than that.

I always presumed that Joe Collier and Patrick Vallance either knew that they would be destroyed if they did speak out about the many horrors at St George’s or that they were doing what David Healy has spent 25 years doing – colluding with the most atrocious malpractice whilst pretending to be a Top Doctor Who Takes On The Establishment. However I did not knew until this morning that a Lady Elizabeth Vallance had been the Chair of St George’s Healthcare NHS Trust, a Lady Vallance who was sitting on a midden. Could she possibly be related to the Patrick Vallance who also kept quiet about the midden there previously?

 

Now to Horrible Murders of an historical nature. Documents released by the National Archives from the Downing Street files show that in Feb 1985 Thatcher over-ruled Leon Brittan, who at that time was Home Secretary, regarding his plans to put in place the process of a Parole Board hearing regarding Myra Hindley and Ian Brady. It was Thatcher who stated that Brady and Hindley must never be released, although the whole life tariff for both of them wasn’t made official until 1990, when David Waddington was Home Secretary. I have blogged about the case of Hindley and Brady on a number of occasions previously, partly because of Brady being incarcerated in Ashworth Hospital, a place where Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends had connections, but also because a number of the lawyers involved in that case – including Ronald Waterhouse – later played a role in assisting the paedophiles’ friends by concealing their wrongdoing. The trial of Brady and Hindley took place at Chester Assizes – at the heart of the legal and judicial corruption previously described on this blog. A number of readers have noticed a few odd things about Brady and Hindley’s trial. For one thing, that it was held at Chester. The crimes were not committed at or near Chester or in north Wales and Brady and Hindley didn’t live in Chester or in north Wales. Most people tried at Chester had some connection to Chester or north Wales. Furthermore, the barristers involved in that case were relatively young unknown lawyers. Yet that case was massive. One would have thought that the biggest legal guns in the country would have been rolled out. Previous posts have mentioned some of the many miscarriages of justice that seemed to have happened at Chester. A reader e mailed me some weeks ago and asked whether I thought that something dodgy might have been going on in that trial. Brady and Hindley did of course freely confess to killing and torturing children, so I’ve never questioned whether they were fitted up. However it seems that there were I think investigations into two of the murders that Brady ‘refused to assist’ with. Brady of course was famously as difficult as he could be, openly loathed the Top Doctors and the police and held them in extreme contempt. For their part, they fanned the flames with their constant ‘revelations’ in the media concerning their insights into the evil that was Ian Brady, his psychopathy, his ‘games’, his manipulation etc. Yet Myra Hindley, despite being regularly outed by the tabloids as ‘the most evil woman in Britain’ did co-operate with police and certainly when she was in middle age seems to have gone to considerable efforts to assist the police in trying to find the bodies of the murdered children that had not been recovered. Hindley however maintained that she had not been involved in those particular murders and she didn’t know where the bodies were – she was only let out of prison to assist with the search because she was able to show the police some of Brady’s favourite places on the moors when they had been young. The missing children’s bodies were never recovered.

So as one of my correspondents pointed out, Brady and Hindley had not actually confessed to those two murders, although they were convicted of them. And no bodies were ever found, despite much well-publicised searching of the moors where the bodies of the children that they did confess to killing had been buried. What if they did not kill the two children whose bodies were not found? It is now accepted that child abuse has been a problem for decades and until recently the extent of it wasn’t acknowledged. Paedophiles were known to be active in the region where Brady and Hindley lived and we now know that when professional people were involved in such activity, it was very effectively concealed. And Chester was a hotbed of police, legal and judicial corruption. If somebody else rather more well connected than Brady and Hindley had been under suspicion of attacking, indeed even of killing children, two unhinged young people from disadvantaged backgrounds who were known to have killed other children would have been a gift. Particularly if it could be arranged for their trial to take place at Chester with low profile inexperienced counsel where no-one would have to be persuaded too hard that they were guilty of all the murders with which they were charged…

 

A Tory politician who is also a Top Doctor has been in the news today and that is Liam Fox. Fox is of course one of the Chief Brexiteers and is currently carrying out some delicate ‘negotiations’ that a lot of people don’t trust him with. Like Dr Death aka David Owen, Liam Fox is not above reminding everyone that he is a doctor should we need reassuring about his integrity on any matter. I remember seeing Fox on a chat show a few years ago which also featured a former Spice Girl, who, as sometimes happens on chat shows featuring singers and/or dancers, at one point got out of her seat and started gyrating around the floor to one of her tracks. Somehow she ended up with her bum in the air in close proximity to Fox’s face and she apologised to him for this. He reassured her that there was no need to apologise because ‘I’m a doctor’. He is also a Conservative politician, known for being hard right and somewhat ruthless. So might Liam, like so many other Top Doctors close to the organs of Gov’t, have helped the Tories out of a tight spot at any point? Or indeed helped the Top Doctors out of a tight spot?

Liam originally came from Glasgow, went to school there and studied medicine at Glasgow. After graduating he worked as a GP. Fox began standing for Parliament in the late 80s in Scotland, but he ended up being elected for north Somerset in 1992. He was appointed PPS to Home Secretary Michael Howard in June 1993. At that time the Gov’t were still dealing with the very sticky problem that was Mary Wynch and the aftermath of her illegal arrest and incarceration in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh by Dafydd, which included Mary’s legal action against the Public Trustee. Mary was eventually left ruined after being finally stuffed over and kicked to one side in 1995 – the dirty deed happened on Michael Howard’s watch (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Ann Widdecombe famously commented that there was ‘something of the night’ about Michael Howard. I suspect that there might also have been something of the concealing of the Westminster Paedophile Ring about him. Ann Widdecombe converted to Roman Catholicism in the wake of her fury at the Anglican Church ordaining women. I haven’t got time to expand on it here, but I’ve heard a few rumours about the Catholic Church and child abuse…

Someone was obviously grateful to Liam for something because in 1999 he was appointed Shadow Secretary of State for Health, a post he retained until 2003. In 2003 he was appointed co-chair of the Conservative Party and also led Howard’s leadership campaign. In 2005 Fox launched his own bid for the Party leadership, on a ‘broken society’ theme. One would have thought that a champion for the mending of a broken society would have been able to persuade his former boss Howard to have meted out fair treatment to an elderly lady who had been destroyed by the criminal actions of a Top Doctor and his associates who were concealing a paedophile ring. Obviously not. What Liam did claim would fix the allegedly broken society though would be a return to marriage and the reform of welfare. Rather than the prosecution of members of a paedophile gang with connections to Westminster. I’m glad to say that Liam did follow his own advice – he got married in 2005 himself, to another Top Doctor.

After the Coalition Gov’t was elected, Liam was appointed as Secretary of State for Defence (Fox had served as an Army medical officer), but it all unravelled when he had to resign from that post in 2011. Fox was forced to resign because his activities with a man called Adam Werritty had broken the Ministerial code. No-one was quite sure who Werritty actually was, but he was described as a ‘friend’ of Fox. It transpired that Werritty lived rent free in a flat owned by Fox and didn’t seem to have an identifiable source of income. Werritty had not only been introducing himself as Fox’s ‘advisor’, but he also had business cards created which described him as such. Furthermore Werritty had been accompanying Fox to official meetings – an awful lot of them. That was the straw that broke the Fox’s back and forced his resignation. There was much tabloid speculation about Werritty, particularly the nature of his friendship with Fox which Fox never really got around to clarifying.

In Jan 2014 Fox suggested ending ring-fenced funding for the NHS, citing poor health indicators despite the increasing investment in the NHS. If he’d been a little more honest he could have explained that one reason for those poor indicators is research fraud, malpractice, misconduct ad negligence in the NHS which is constantly concealed.

Liam Fox is a member of the Royal College of Practitioners. The Royal College in which Dr D.G.E. Wood – one of the Top Doctors who was mates with Tony Francis and who told me that my career would be damaged if I didn’t drop my complaints about the Top Doctors – was a senior figure. Dr D.G.E. Wood comes from Bristol and did his medical degree there. Which is right next door to Liam Fox’s constituency of north Somerset. I have previously mentioned how useful Alumni networks are to Top Doctors when someone has to be rescued from a spot of bother or a favour is needed. Obviously Fox won’t have been a member of any Bristol University Alumni organisations, because Liam studied at Glasgow. Which will have actually given him a link to a far bigger name than D.G.E. Wood – that is Sir Kenneth Calman. Calman lectured at Glasgow medical school from 1969 onwards and in 1974 was awarded the Chair of Clinical Oncology there. In 1984 he became the Dean of Postgraduate Medicine at Glasgow. Subsequently Calman was appointed Chief Medical Officer of Scotland – and then in 1991, Chief Medical Officer of England. 1991 – the year that I had such problems at St George’s Hospital Medical School and Springfield Hospital, the year that Robert Francis QC attempted to have me imprisoned for complaining about the Top Doctors in north Wales, the year of the alleged high level cover-up of the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Whose victims were being supplied by Dafydd’s mistress and her associates in north Wales. Calman remained as Chief Medical Officer until 1998. It was whilst he was in that post that Dafydd was allowed to retire without any of the many very serious complaints about him being followed up – and with the contract to provide ‘substance abuse services’ for north Wales, funded by the NHS (please see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’).

Calman will almost certainly have had knowledge of a few other things as well. He had been involved in cancer research in England. Between 1972-1974 he was Clinical Research Fellow at the Chester Beattie Research Institute, London, which was funded by the MRC. Between 2008-2011 Calman was Chair of the National Cancer Research Institute. He will have heard about the dodgy practices of the cancer researchers at Hammersmith Hospital (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’). There was very little cross fertilisation between the Chester Beattie – which is linked to the Royal Marsden – and Hammersmith (which has now been merged with Imperial), although both are leading institutions in cancer research. I suspect that is because the two groups loathe each other, don’t trust each other and won’t work together. So although when Calman became CMO for England in 1991 he was almost certainly well aware of some of what was going on at Hammersmith, he did not put a stop to it. But Top Doctors don’t. Their loyalty to each other – even when they detest each other – is greater than their commitment to patient safety and well-being or usually the appropriate use of funds. Readers will be reassured to know that Calman was a Member of the Nuffield Council on Bioethics between 2000-08 and was a Member of the Working Party on Public Health, 2006-07. Calman is famous in another sphere as well as medicine – politics and his support for the SNP and devolution. He is the Calman of the Calman Commission.

Calman has a famous daughter – Susan Calman, the comedian who is a regular on Radio 4. Her salary was not revealed during yesterday’s bunfight.

 

Onto Welsh news now. A man has recently been jailed for the 1976 murder of the schoolgirl Janet Commins in north Wales. Another man was convicted and imprisoned for that crime many years ago, who it is now been admitted was innocent. There don’t seem to be many questions being asked as to how he ended up inside for years for a crime that he did not commit. But then he was far from the only person stitched up in the region.

The Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board’s traumas continue but still none of the Board have resigned. The ‘Daily Post online’ reported that more than 800 people have walked out of the A&E Units run by the Betsi before being treated because they have waited so long. This won’t just be people being a tad impatient. I was told by a nurse who worked in Ysbyty Gwynedd A&E – who eventually left because she was not prepared to be party to what was happening in that dept – that when mental health patients arrived at A&E requesting help, it was standard practice for the ‘on call psychiatrist’ to wait at least twelve hours and sometimes even longer before going over to A&E, because they knew damn well that by then the patient would have given up and left and they therefore wouldn’t have to assess or treat them. I knew a north Wales GP who used to be involved in A&E and on-call work who told me that he ‘liked’ a long waiting time because it meant that a lot of the patients would give up and go away.

The Welsh Gov’ts Health Minister Vaughan Gething has rejected the idea of establishing a medical school at Bangor University. Plaid are making a fuss, but I really don’t think that Vaughan Gething could have come to any other decision. The ‘healthcare sciences’ arm of Bangor University upon whose work the putative medical school would be based is one of the most troubled, dysfunctional parts of the University, rife with bullying between staff as well as bullying directed at students who have reported neglect and abuse that they have witnessed on placement at the Betsi. There is also ample evidence of research fraud, as detailed in previous posts. The ‘partners’ in establishing the medical school would be the Betsi – sinking in debt and scandal, in special measures and currently the subject of two investigations into the abuse of patients with mental health problems. Giving a medical school to that lot to play with really would not be a good idea. It is of course very sad for the citizens of north Wales who have been saddled with a shite NHS dominated by corrupt practitioners who have run the whole system for their own benefit for decades, but somebody needs to go in and clean up in a major way rather than allowing that bunch to establish what could only be the most corrupt, lethal medical school in the UK.

BBC News Wales reported that Parc Prison in Bridgend has seen an escalation in violent incidents and that this is thought to be related to the ban on smoking that was recently introduced there. The Gov’t were told most emphatically that this would happen if they introduced a ban on smoking in prisons, but they ignored it. Smoking is incredibly bad for one’s health but prisoners have nothing to do for most of their day but sit in a cell and smoke. They are bored, stressed and addicted to nicotine. Their living conditions need to be drastically improved if anyone wants to wean them all off tobacco. A similarly idiotic debate took place regarding banning smoking in secure mental health units – indeed I think that this has now happened. Patronising ignorant shite was spouted – including by Julie Morgan AM, the wife of the former First Minister – about how giving up smoking would be empowering for service users. (It would be rather more empowering not to lock them up in the first place.) By all means do all that is possible to stop mental health patients smoking – but begin by providing suitable care and treatment and suitable ward environments. Like prisoners, many psychiatric inpatients are detained against their will in appalling environments – as was admitted by the CQC today – with nothing to do but sit and puff away. Furthermore, smoking actually is one of the few things that facilitates interaction and socialising between patients – the staff certainly don’t go out of their way to encourage that.

Mental health staff know exactly how distressed inpatients become if they are nicotine addicts and the fags are removed. Another anecdote for readers. In Bryn Golau ward in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh I was the only person there who did not smoke. There was one other person who entered the ward a non-smoker, but after three days he was so distressed at the conditions and oppressive atmosphere that he actually started smoking after being offered fags by other patients. The more pleasant nurses had many conversations with me and admitted that conditions on that ward were so poor that most patients controlled their anger and distress by smoking. Nurses even commented that for the patients who had been in there a long time – and because Dafydd and Gwynne the lobotomist were using the institution as their own personal prison, some of those patients in Denbigh had been in there for more than forty years – ‘cigarettes are all that they’ve got’. Indeed at Christmas when the nurses bought little presents for everyone (there were some staff there who were trying to make life tolerable for the incarcerated, but they were all far too frightened of Dafydd et al to actually blow the whistle on what they were doing), many of the patients were given packets of fags for their present. The nurses discussed the ethics of this and their rationale was that they knew that the cancer sticks were lethal in the long term but these patients had nothing, could not really utilise any other presents and at least the fags would help them control their anxiety.

The worst nurse on Bryn Golau was a woman called Janice Davies, who was of course the person whom had been appointed in charge of the ward. She pretty much equated to Nurse Rached but with more lipstick. Davies used to ring up Dafydd whilst I was a patient there with untruthful accounts of my conduct. After I left, she was one of the people who was making contact with the police claiming that I’d threatened her – my documents show that she was being encouraged to do this and that even Andrew Park, the crooked lawyer from the Welsh Office, admitted that there was a ‘problem’ because Janice had no evidence that I was ringing her up and threatening her. Andrew Park solved that one easily enough – he told them all that the next time that they reported me to the police they had to remember to include in their statements comments indicating how they ‘knew’ that it was me. My documents show that within days of Park telling them to do this, the Denbigh staff were ringing the police with yet more porkies, including porkies as to how they had identified me. Janice was a sadistic piece of work, one of her favourite tricks was to refuse painkillers to patients with toothache. Dentistry was completely unavailable to patients in Denbigh and it was noticeable that the patients who had been in there a long time all had very bad teeth. Whilst I was in Bryn Golau, two patients developed tooth abscesses – no, Janice did not hand over painkillers, not even a paracetamol. But one day shortly after Christmas Janice excelled. She removed the fags from one of the patient’s well-addicted to nicotine and told him that he could only have one every few hours and that she’d give them out to him as necessary. She then began baiting him. He got increasingly distressed and started asking for a fag. She said no. She then baited him a bit more. The other patients watched it all and were all saying to the other nurses ‘all he wants is a cigarette, why won’t she give him one’. But she didn’t. Then this man shouted at her. So ‘restraint’ followed. He yelled a bit more and tried to hit the wall. He was dragged to a ‘seclusion room’ (effectively a padded cell) where he continued to be tormented by Janice and a few henchmen. He went absolutely beserk, although he didn’t hit any of them or even try to. He screamed, yelled, begged for a cigarette and bounced himself off the walls. Janice then smugly rang up Dafydd, told him that this man was now ‘uncontrollable’ and that she couldn’t ‘manage’ him anymore. He was carted off to Risley Remand Centre within the hour. After his departure, one of the nurses started crying, because she told me ‘I know what’s going to happen to him there’. This patient was a man with a diagnosis of schizophrenia who had been accused of a serious sexual assault. Sex offenders used to get beaten to a pulp in Risley and inmates were frequently found hanging – presumably as a result of suicide but with warders who were that violent, who could ever really be sure.

So would the crying Angel Iola Edwards and dear old Janice Davies herself now like to make contact with the police and dish the dirt on what Dafydd et al were up to? And why that man was manipulated into Risley Remand Centre?

Whilst we’re on the topic of Accessories, I’ll name a few more. Dr Delyth Morris, lately of Bangor University, an utter pain in the bum, a deceitful liar who regularly plagiarised other researchers’ work, bullied students, blamed everybody else for her own monumental cock-ups, provided such poor supervision for one PhD student that he was eaten alive in his viva and had to resubmit after another academic who actually knew what they were doing took over the supervision, was alleged to have had to step down from her role as a magistrate when she tried to nobble the police into dropping assault charges against her son and who spread crazed vindictive rumours about a senior sociologist in her dept because he had a good deal more ability than she did. Now those are all reasons why I detest her – I was one of the researchers whose work that she plagiarised (twice) so I have a vested interest in detesting her – but long before Delyth Morris was ever given a job that she very obviously should never have had and couldn’t do (it was rumoured that the appointment was as a result of blatant nepotism), Delyth Morris was a social worker in Gwynedd. When the paedophile ring was doing it’s worst. Now it may well be that Delyth was so thick that she never actually noticed what was happening under her nose, but if she did know she certainly would never ever have given a stuff. I did hear allegations of bribery and corruption on the part of Morris whilst she was a magistrate on Anglesey, so I’m sure that she would not have been averse to pocketing a few quid – or perish the thought bagging a job as a university lecturer – in return for keeping quiet about something no matter how serious that something was. Delyth’s son Phil Lewis worked as a research assistant to Hywel Williams MP, a former mental health social worker in north Wales himself. Hywel Williams also used to be responsible for social work education at Bangor University.

Another social work tutor at Bangor University who might have information of interest to Inspector Knacker is Fiona MacDonald. Like most of the social workers in north Wales, Fiona MacDonald seemed quite mad. I think that she must have taken a leaf out of Delyth Morris’s book because MacDonald’s main aim in life seemed to be to inflict grief on her colleagues and on the more capable students.

I stood accused at one point by MacDonald of discriminating against ‘service users’. Immediately after I finished my PhD, I started some unfunded research into students’ experiences of social work education and the experiences of the ‘service users group’ who were advising on the social work course. At that time I was not receiving a salary myself. MacDonald e mailed me and asked me if I had ‘funds’ for six service users to attend a service users conference at £300 a head. I hardly had funds for my own lunch at the time. I then faced a Grade A battle with MacDonald and indeed the service users themselves, who had been led to believe (I wonder by whom???) that I was in receipt of an enormous salary and was busy institutionally discriminating.

As with Delyth Morris, these were reasons for me not to like Fiona MacDonald or take her very seriously, but there was a Dark Past there as well.

Like the other social work tutors, Fiona MacDonald had worked as a social worker in north Wales – among the paedophiles’ friends. I suspect that MacDonald was a past master at behaving appallingly and then pointing the finger at other people. Not only had she worked as a social worker in north Wales but she’d worked as a social worker for Barnados on Anglesey. Read the Jillings Report and the Waterhouse Report – again and again it is stated that the abuse of children was taking place in the charity sector as well as in Local Authorities. Barnardos is mentioned.

On one occasion Fiona MacDonald admitted to me that the social work course was chaos and that students’ were constantly complaining and even threatening legal action. Did she wonder what she and her buddies were doing wrong? No, according to her it was all the fault of the Professor of Sociology. Who had nothing to do with the course at all, not the teaching, the management of it, or even the selection of the students. In fact the Professor of Sociology was generally acknowledged (but not by the social workers obviously) as being the sanest man in the dept who actually understood the meaning of the word ‘ethics’. He also knew that lot had worked in a ‘service’ hosting a paedophile ring as well, but he was actually far too polite to say so.

It was with some amusement that I read on yesterday’s ‘Daily Post online’ that Carwyn Jones was ‘supporting the lecturers at Bangor University faced with redundancy’. I won’t actually suggest that Carwyn should save his energy and find a more worthwhile cause, because there are loads of excellent people at Bangor University. You just don’t find them in the social work teaching team or working in health and social care ‘research’. But knowing the way of the world, if anyone is made compulsorily redundant, it won’t be insane social work tutors who learnt their skills among the paedophiles’ friends, or nursing tutors who ‘trained’ in a hopelessly corrupt NHS who now bully students if they try to blow the whistle on patient abuse that they’ve witnessed on placement, or Academic Leads For Service User Partnerships who’ve spent their careers ignoring the gross abuse of patients and who have done deals with Top Doctors whom they know are guilty of neglecting patients or even framing them for serious crimes, in order to become Academic Leads for Service User Partnerships, or indeed even clapped out Professors of Clinical Psychology who worked in a ‘service’ that discredited people who complained about the paedophile ring. No, it will probably be the more junior staff who are working their butts off on temporary contracts, doing all the teaching whilst trying to build up a good research profile as well. They’ll be the first out of the door because the paedophiles’ friends will continue to hog everything for themselves and ensure that no capable person is employed lest they show them up for what they are.

 

One final appeal. My post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’ mentioned the craziness that prevailed in the Courts in north west Wales in the 1980s, when the paedophiles’ friends constantly prosecuted me for ludicrous reasons. I mentioned in that post that this was happening to a few other people as well. One of those people was a man called Leonard Ridyard. Mr Ridyard was up in Court as often as I was, on equally ridiculous charges. It was Mr Ridyard who first told me about the ‘north Wales mafia’. I was a bit wary of Mr Ridyard because he was always very angry – although I could see why. The mental health services and the police always maintained that Mr Ridyard was ‘bonkers’ and ‘violent’ – exactly the things that they said about me. I never saw Mr Ridyard get violent with anyone and he didn’t strike me as being bonkers either – he was obviously an intelligent man who was being driven to distraction. Mr Ridyard hit the ‘Daily Post’ in a big way a few years ago – he was in Court (yet again) on charges that he was denying. He had I think been imprisoned and released and there was yet another attempt to imprison him again. Mr Ridyard maintained that the witnesses were perjuring themselves. The jury believed Mr Ridyard and he was found not guilty. The ‘Daily Post’ really enjoyed themselves by reporting that when the not guilty verdict was announced, Mr Ridyard started crying with relief and shook hands with all the members of the jury. I’m not surprised – he’d been harassed and stitched up by those we know and love for decades. I don’t know much about Mr Ridyard but I do know that he had been a patient of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and it was then that his problems began.

Anyone fancy coming forward to tell us all why Mr Ridyard had his life destroyed? What did he know about whom?

News Round Up, May 18 2017

The Top Doctors have reached fever point, screaming at everyone who will listen that the GP service is on the verge of collapse, the Top Doctors just can’t cope anymore. We heard this from the Top Doctors about the GP service in north Wales, with misery memoirs assuring us all that they were all off to put their feet up and retire, having reached the point of near death through burn out. Which clearly explains why two Top Doctors from north Wales, Dr ‘Dave’ (DGE) Wood and Eamonn Jessup, are regularly nipping across to Cyprus to do a bit of doctoring over there (for details see post ‘I Think That We’ve Been Here Before’). The BMA are holding a conference in which they will explain how the world will end if they are not given even more money – I was hoping to report on the conference here, I’m sure that the Top Doctors can be relied upon to put their feet in their mouths – but I can’t find any conference reports yet. They must still be getting pissed post-lunch – I will report on the conference when I can.

A reader has sent me a link from Mail online – the Penrhos nursing home in Pwhelli has hit the headlines after a damning report from CSSIW. The criticisms include: residents found to be dehydrated with cracked lips, drinks out of reach and inadequate fluid records. There were also two nurses who could not speak English or Welsh. However the home in question is actually an establishment run by a charitable foundation formed in 1949 that provides accommodation for Polish ex-servicemen and women who remained in north Wales after World War Two. The first language of those residents is Polish, not English or Welsh – could the two nurses shamed in the report possibly have been Polish?  My posts ‘Are There Dark Forces At Work – Again?’ and ‘More On Those Dark Forces’ describe how the CSSIW has been happy to allow ‘care homes’ that I knew to have been seriously neglecting residents to remain in business – one of these establishments was actually using trafficked labour – yet they closed down one home (and brought in police to ‘investigate’) that was actually providing excellent care to an elderly relative of a close friend of mine, who is a retired health professional himself and knows how to judge a residential home. The inspector from CSSIW has commented that ‘people cannot always be assured that they will be protected from harm’. Not with the CSSIW responsible for inspections they can’t. If anyone has first hand experience of the Penrhos nursing home, please do get in touch.

The Welsh Ambulance Service has proudly declared that it has hit it’s best response times since new targets were set in October 2015 (those were the targets that effectively abolished reasonable response times). That’ll explain the recent spate of news reports concerning people who’ve called ambulances after being attacked with machetes, breaking their legs, experiencing bleeds on the brain and have either found that no ambulance ever arrived, or were left waiting hours or were dead by the time that they got to the hospital. One of these people was so pissed off with her treatment at the hands of the Welsh Ambulance Service that she’s recently announced that she’s standing for  election on the ‘put a boot up the arse of the NHS’ ticket.

A cache of ‘drugs and guns’ were discovered by the police at Conwy and the bus driver who broke the ‘Black Mamba crisis in Wrexham’ story to the media has claimed that he has received death threats from people angry that the supply of Mamba has declined since he went public. So CAIS and Dafydd are still doing a great job combatting drug use in north Wales then. Now that they have landed the contract for ‘service user involvement’ across the region after stitching up the commissioning process to form the laughable CANIAD (please see previous posts), we’ll expect the ‘services’ to remain as institutionally corrupt and even more shite than they have been for the last thirty years. ‘Lived experience’ of service users anyone? That’ll be difficult to document, the service users don’t tend to stay alive to enjoy ‘lived experience’, they’re dying at the hands of the mental health services, just like Michael Bryn Jones did – I reported on his inquest yesterday…

A reader has sent me a link to a story involving a private company who have been commissioned to fine people dropping litter on Anglesey. People are being fined for ludicrous ‘littering offences’ and my reader has done a few calculations and has worked out that this company is making substantial profits. I was interested to hear this, because this was one of the nightmare scenarios that Brown and I predicted in our 2012 book ‘Responsible Citizens’, along with much of the other insanity currently prevailing that is tarted up as ‘health screening’, ‘psychological therapies’ or ‘caring for vulnerable people’. Amazingly enough, for a rather nerdy academic tome, this book must have been selling well recently because I received a very welcome royalties cheque a couple of weeks ago. For those dodos in denial who are sound asleep in north Wales (please see post ‘News Round Up, May 17 2017’) – this is also the book in which Brown and I explained just how great the surveillance powers of the state with regard to the general public now are…

Virtually all news sites are reporting that the police are investigating the very high number of baby deaths at the Countess of Chester Hospital – I have mentioned in previous posts the unacknowledged rate of neonate deaths in UK hospitals.

It has been reported that Wales’s plan to ensure that there are 1 million Welsh speakers by 2050 ‘lacks clarity and detail’. The comments of Bethan Jenkins, the Chairwoman of the Assembly’s ‘Culture, Welsh Language and Communications Committee’ and of Alun Davies, the Welsh Language Minister, are foregrounded. Dear old Meri Huws, Wales’s Language Commissioner, is only mentioned as an afterthought and it seems that no-one has sought her opinion. In view of the fact that it was Meri who conjured up the plan that won’t work and the revelations that appeared on this blog about her (see ‘Let Me Enlighten Lord Gnome…’), this is entirely understandable.

There is another Welsh language story in the news as well, that of the possible imprisonment of 50 campaigners who are refusing to pay their TV licences unless broadcasting is devolved to Cardiff Bay. The protest is being led by Cymdeithas yr Iaith Gymraeg. They are campaigning for more Welsh language programmes and Heledd Gyndaf, Chair, commented: ‘we’ve had enough of media which ignores the Welsh language and Wales’s democracy’. Now I’m only a Welsh learner so I don’t make much use of Welsh language broadcasting and I’m not au fait with the details of the Cymdeithas campaign, but I have noticed that Wales and matters Welsh are basically ignored by broadcasters. I notice it most on the BBC, particularly Radio 4, because that’s what I listen to. Even on the more ‘intellectual’ programmes such as ‘Thinking Allowed’, if a voice-over is attempting to do a north Welsh accent, they will speak in a broad Valleys accent. Welsh names are just about the only names that Radio 4 newsreaders don’t bother to learn to pronounce properly – someone called Dafydd is still nearly always called Daffid and Sir Emyr Jones-Parry is always addressed as ‘Sir Emma’. Yet the same newsreaders obviously repeatedly rehearse other non-English names and often achieve near perfection. The reason that I spend so much time scanning Wales-based media is that there is bugger all news relating to Wales in the ‘UK media’, as far as they are concerned Wales does not exist. There is much intelligent coverage of the problems caused by second homes in places like Cornwall and Cumbria, where locals are squeezed out of the market, but if such matters are reported regarding Wales, it is usually accompanied by the spectre of the ‘Welsh extremists’, those bastards who’ll burn your house down because you’re English. I used to stand accused of being a bit oversensitive regarding the habits of the BBC with regard to such matters, but I realised that things were even worse than I had thought when some years ago I went to Cardiff to participate in a ‘meet the BBC Governors’ session as a member of the general public. That big idiot Michael Grade was Chair of the Governors at the time and the journalist allocated for the evening was Rhun ap Iowerth, who is now the Plaid AM for Ynys Mon. As the event opened, Rhun stood up with the microphone ready to take it around to anyone who wanted to speak, only to be faced with Grade repeatedly bellowing out ‘oh you’re tall aren’t you’. (Rhun’s height is not outside of the normal parameters.) I wondered what the fuck Grade was on about, until I clicked – Welshmen are all small! (That’s so that they can fit down the mines – they’ve probably got special evolved eyes that can see in the dark as well.) So that was Grade’s opening gambit to an audience in Wales. It just got worse and worse. Grade then introduced his fellow Governors – and didn’t know the name of the Governor for Wales. He made a great point of introducing one of the Governors as an esteemed academic, with the emphasis on his title, ‘Professor’. So who was this? Professor Richard Tait from Cardiff University’s School of Journalism. Best known of course for his towering achievement in ‘journalism’ – ‘Nationwide’! That lame, laughable programme from the 70s that propelled Michael Barrett and Frank Bough to stardom. That’s the Frank Bough who was later sacked by the BBC when it was revealed that he spent much of his free time snorting coke and frequenting brothels. (They never sacked Savile, Rolf or Stuart Hall though – at least Frank Bough’s activities involved consenting adults.) Anyway, the Grade show continued and one audience member dared to raise the subject of the constant offensive comments about Wales broadcast by the BBC – such as Ann Robinson’s racist insults. (Had she made the sort of comments that she made about Welsh people with reference to Black or Asian or Jewish people, she would have lost her job.) It’s OK though, Grade assured us that it was just a joke. And to show how non-stereotyping the BBC were, a particularly dreadful Governor called Ruth Deech explained that when she thought of Wales, she thought of choirs and chapels and valleys (and no doubt Welsh mams baking the bara brith in those tall black hats which no Welsh women ever actually wore). Deech is now unbelievably in the House of Lords – this is a woman who could not even answer my question regarding the constant portrayal of mentally ill people on the BBC as serial killers. Eventually she grabbed me by the hand, yelling ‘let me introduce you to Mark Thompson’, dragged me across the room to where Thompson was standing and told him to answer my question. Because she couldn’t. Most extraordinarily, Deech had stated earlier in the evening that she had ‘been on a course on how to answer difficult questions’. (Whoever goes on such a course? I didn’t know that such courses even existed.) Presumably the course told you to let Mark Thompson answer the difficult questions. Dunno how she copes in the Lords though because I think Thompson lives in New York now. The evening continued, with Grade joking about Welsh weather – and then a member of the audience asked a particularly difficult question involving demographic and technical knowledge. So who did Grade ask to answer the question? Deech, having been on her course? Or his mate, the intellectual giant behind ‘Nationwide’, Richard Tait? No. He asked the Governor of Wales because the rest of them were too dim to be even begin to be able to answer it. But then I’ve known for thirty years that the ‘independent’, ‘charismatic’, wearer of red braces and no doubt matching undies as well Grade is the King’s New Clothes who has ended up where he is by shamelessly toadying to unworthy but influential people – such as the brother of a man who is mired very deeply indeed in allegations of sexual abuse. Please see post ‘A Few Of The Relevant Politicians Re Mary Wynch’s Case’ for details of Grade’s fawning to Samuel Brittan.

Grade learned nothing from his visit to Cardiff or from the angry members of the audience who repeatedly yelled ‘Ann Robinson’ at him. Robinson continued to be wheeled out to host mindless programmes for the BBC and just to show us all that it’s not only the BBC who broadcast offensive tripe, Robinson then turned up on Channel 4 insulting anyone who dared come from Wales. I remember her boasting about a rather dull designer dress that she was wearing and it’s price tag, commenting to a girl from Wales that she won’t see many dresses like that in the Rhymney Valley. Presumably because people in the Rhymney Valley have got more taste and more sense than to waste their money in such a manner. So there’s the ‘brave’ Ann Robinson for you, the ‘Queen of Mean’ who’ll say anything to anyone. Except for when she used to work on the Mirror and the night after Maxwell went overboard after he’d nicked the money from the pension fund she was confronted by a journalist who yelled out ‘What do you think about Mr Maxwell’s disappearance then?’ and Ann simpered ‘oh it’s so worrying’ and fled into the Mirror building. Lest Captain Bob floated to the surface again… It’s OK Ann, Maxwell’s definitely not coming back, so you can be as offensive about the thieving, lying git who employed you as you are about Welsh people.